She was dark-skinned, red lipstick bringing attention to two plump, very kissable lips, lips that were upturned in an amused smiled, that made her hazel eyes sparkle under the elevator lights.
Jocelyn gulped and somehow convinced herself to look the woman in the eyes and not look any lower.
“The sixth floor, please” Jocelyn chocked out, feeling her cheeks grow hot at the laugh the other woman let out.
Jocelyn’s heart skipped a beat, she peered back at her cardboards, begging herself to calm down.
The woman had a nice laugh.
Before she could say anything though, the elevator came to a stop on her floor and she scrambled out, barely waiting for the doors to open. As the doors closed, she heard another laugh, a laugh that made her heart dance.
Jocelyn caught her breath before quickly making her way to her apartment, where her cats had been waiting, pouncing on her once she walked in. Toppling the groceries and boxes to the floor. They quickly began to play in the boxes.
“You could at least pretend to be happy to see me” she mumbled, gathering up the groceries.
The cats ignored her.
She made her way into her kitchen and thoughts of the woman filtered into her mind again.
“I wonder if she’s new to the building. Is she single?” Jocelyn shook her head and quickly finished unloading her groceries, making up her mind to call her brother and tell him about this woman.
Roman was her little brother, by ten minutes but it still counted. They had been close from childhood, each other’s best friends and confidant. He had been the first person she came out to; he was extremely perceptive and had guessed as much but still took her out for a milkshake when she told him.
His perception had not wavered all these years later, for the second he picked her call and heard the breathy way she called his name, he immediately said.
“You’re in love, aren’t you?”
“Yes! you should see her; she is so beautiful.” She sighed, hand on her forehead like one of those old movie stars
Jocelyn could hear his music in the background, she hummed along to it, thinking of how she was going to get the woman’s attention or if she would ever see her again.
She told her brother as much and could imagine him nodding sagely, “sit in the lobby tomorrow and wait for her, she was probably coming home from work.”
Jocelyn shook her head at that idea, soon their conversation steered into other territories.
Later that night, while she was alone in bed, she wondered if the woman was even attracted to other women.
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