"For how long does one cook bread?" I hear Mira talk as she types into her phone. Every time one of her dates goes badly she comes home and tries to cook something out of the little things we have left in our fridge. Tonight it just so happened that we were out of bread.
"I think the word you are looking for is bake, not cook," I say as I lean over the couch, stretching my legs in the process as I remove the overheated laptop from my lap.
"That makes more sense," Mira says as she turns to our oven. "Bake at 375° until loaf is golden brown and sounds hollow when tapped or has reached an internal temperature of 200°... since when did the internet become so useless? Sounds hollow? How does hollow look like in minutes?" Mira asks as she turns the dial on the oven with frustration I get up and take the phone out of her hand.
"Half an hour to forty-five minutes... see, the small letters," I say as I tap her shoulder. "Relax Mira, it was just a bad date. You shouldn't get all worked up over it."
"Uhh I know, and it's not like I've seen myself married to the guy or anything... I just wanted to get laid and get rid of this sexual charge that could light up a fucking cathedral and he wasn't even able to do that." She opens the oven puts the life of bred inside and throws the dirty spoon into the sink. "Honestly I feel that even if I went as far as making a Fuck me sign" Mira makes an imaginary
sign over her head, "and held it over my head he still wouldn't be able to take a God damn hint." I try not to laugh, but it’s hard. Mira’s frustrations are always so vivid, so... dramatic that the laughter just escapes my lips."Love, it's great to see you find my misery so amusing," Mira says as she fakes a smile.
"Maybe the guy just wasn’t that into you," I say, leaning against the sink and watching her as she slams the cupboard door a little too hard. But any man who wouldn't go for Mira would need to be an idiot. She is probably the most beautiful woman I know. Tall, long blond hair that was now tied up into a bun, blue eyes, and naturally blushed cheeks. For lack of a better description, she was a life-sized Barbie doll with a loud attitude.
"That's the thing," she says, eyes narrowing, "he said all the right words, made all the perfect moves. He even complimented my laugh. I mean, who the hell compliments someone's laugh?" She rolls her eyes.
"I mean can this night get any worse?" Mira asks and at that same moment, our apartment landline starts to ring.
"Did you really have to say that?" I grab a rag from the counter and smack her hip with it. "You jinxed us."
The only person who ever calls on that phone is our landlord and every time for the same reason. We were late on our rent, again. So far we have been able to get by with Mira's paycheck at the clinic and my work in the office, that was until I got fired.
"Don't fucking answer it!" Mira says as she pulls me back.
"Yeah, no shit," I say as I put a pillow over the phone in the hope of it muffling the annoying sound. "But we can't hide from him forever, maybe we should just be honest and ask for a delay." The look on Mira's face says it all.
"Love, don't be naive. The moment that old man finds out you are out of a job he will throw you out the window." She is not lying. "Besides you have that job interview tomorrow and hopefully everything will be resolved." A girl can dream.
"And what if I dont get it?" I ask even tho I know she hates it when I'm pessimistic.
"Dont say that, tomorrow is a special day and all my sister witches will chant for you." Mira takes a white hat and puts it on her head.
"Tomorrow is Halloween, not Christmas and your sister witches are nurses at a clinic in NY not in Salam... so my hopes are not very high. Especially not with the luck I had lately." I say but Mira keeps playing with her hat.
"Glad to see you are taking me seriously," I say as I walk over to the fridge to get some water.
"Come on, Love. There is no point in expecting the worst from life. I mean, perhaps you could ask your mother for a loan." True, but so far life hasn't been very easy on me or given me any indication it going to get better yet I refuse to go as low as to give my mother the satisfaction of my failure.
"No chance in hell. I'd rather jump out this window myself before I hear the old-time classic I told you so." The hard thing about this is that everyone loves my mother, I love my mother... our relationship is great but I refuse to ask her for help after it was so hard to make her see that the umbilical cord that used to connect us was cut off at birth.
"I guess we just need to wait for the interview tomorrow," I say as I look at the clock on our banged-up wall. "What time do you leave for the clinic?" I ask Mira who is struggling with the frizz the hat left on her blond hair I always admired so much. It was as if she was kissed by the sun in the most beautiful way that complimented her sky-blue eyes.
"My shift starts at seven." She says she has no worries in the world.
"Well, then you might wanna get going," I say as I point to the clock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Mira curses as she runs into her room then runs out with scrubs in her hands while searching for her bag.
"Chair," I point to the bag hidden underneath her jacket.
"Dont forget to take out the bread from the oven." She yells as she puts on her shoes. "And tomorrow I'm off work so we are going to Jake's party." That's what the costume is for...
"Mira, I'm not going."
"The fuck you're not... this is my first day off in two months since we are seriously understaffed and you are not bailing on me." The truth is she was pulling extra shifts to help cover my costs, she just acts like it never happened.
"I don't have a costume. And I have to prepare for the interview tomorrow." Mira stands up and puts her jacket on before turning towards me.
"Love, you take care of the interview and I'll take care of the costume." She walks over and hugs me. "You can also use some fun."
"Fine, Mira. I'll go."
I stood underneath my shower letting the hot water fall down my body as my tears mixed with it. I often cried like this, in hiding then blaming the red eyes on the peppermint shampoo.The interview I had today... I totally ruined it... or the interview ruined me, one of those statements was true I was just trying to figure out which one of them made me feel better.What if this meant we were gonna lose the apartment?What if this meant I would need to move back home?No, absolutely not. That is a kind of low I do not want to sink down to.And Mira? I can't believe I let her down after everything she has done for me. It just feels like all of my luck has run out and no matter what I do I can't catch a break.This job would have been perfect, right up my alley. A chance in the jewelry design world but according to them I lack vision... everything I want to say has already been said.I can already hear my father..."I told you to study something useful that would bring bread to your table
"Love, come on cheer up. You'll find something soon." Our friend Tamara yelled into my ear through the loud music while Mira went to get us something to drink. It's safe to say that this party wasn't enough to bring my mood up and the flashing lights were starting to give me a headache."What worries me the most is the fact Mira would end up on the street because of me and she still has a lot of student debt to pay off, we were barely making ends meet as is." I say back with a level of devastation that eats at me. I was definitely not the light of the party."Not everything is lost, you can always strip," Leon says. Now we have known Leon for quite some time, and despite being almost twenty-eight he behaved like a hormonal eight-year-old boy."Stop it," Tamara says as she pulls back her red wig."Stop what?" Mira asks as she brings back the drinks."Nothing, Leon just told Love she could strip for a living." To which Mira smacks him on the back of his head."Idiot." She says as he rub
"Are you alright?" His voice was so effortlessly seductive, or maybe that's just inside my head as I bit back on my lower lip until I was able to snap out of it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He says as he takes the cane and puts it in my hand in a way that he first takes my hand and wraps my fingers around it while I try not to melt underneath his touch."I'm ok," I say as he helps me to my feet."I tried caching him but he got away." He says as he looks behind him and then back at me."It's alright, the bag didn't have anything important anyway," I say while unable to take my eyes off of him. "I shouldn't have even fought for it.""Well, you probably shouldn't be out alone, especially on a night like this one. It's not safe for anyone, let alone someone in your condition." My condition? What? Stupid?"What makes you say that?" I ask him."I'm sorry I didn't mean anything about it... it's just, well, you know... I thought I saw you, um, struggling a bit back there. With t
"I can't do this," I say as I stare at a guideline that Mira quickly prepared for me along with some psychology books on how to approach a person with disabilities. It's not the help part I was worried about, it was the lying aspect of it. Mira told me about how a blind person gets by in life, and how one recognizes space. Frequent movements include body rocking, repetitive handling of objects, and hand and finger movements all that seemed easy, but it felt like that because I wasn't in those shoes."Love, you can do this. That man needs help and you need the job. Both of us need you to get the job." Mira says as she hands me the cane.I take the cane from Mira, my fingers trembling slightly as I feel the smooth, cold metal in my hand. It’s heavier than I expected, but I know this is the first step in the lie I’m about to step into. It all feels wrong, a twisted game I’m not sure I’m prepared to play. And Christian... what about the instant attraction I felt for him? The kind of attra
The knock echoes softly through the hallway, Christian’s hand hovers over the doorknob, but he doesn’t turn it right away. After a long pause, he sighs and pushes the door open.“Sebastian,” Christian calls out softly, his voice laced with a tenderness I hadn't expected. “I brought someone to meet you.”The room is dark. The heavy curtains are drawn tight, blocking out any light, and the air feels thick with stillness. I can make out a faint outline of a person sitting in the corner chair. It felt sad.“Who is it now?” The tone is sharp, but there’s a vulnerability that cuts through. “Another one of your... helpers?” Sebastian shifts in his chair as Christia“She’s not here to help. Not in the way you think. She’s just here to... meet you.”I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, keeping my voice steady and gentle.
The door shuts behind us with a soft finality, and I allow myself a breath, one I hadn’t realized I’d been holding."Thank you so much for doing this," Christian says as we take a few steps away from the door. "I dont know how you did it, but I know you got through to him... something not even his family was able to do." I think that is exactly why they weren't able to get to him in a different way. Family can be smothering, and not always in a good way. "You dont need to thank me, after all, you hired me to help him and that is exactly what I will do in the best way I can," I reply, trying to keep my voice light, but inside, the weight of the moment sits heavy."And I want to take this opportunity to allow you to do whatever you find best, whatever means you find necessary to get through his stubbornness because trust me Sebastian Callahan is one stubborn individual.""Callahan?" I ask."Right, forgive me I dont think I ever formally introduced myself. I'm Christian Callahan." He sa
The door shuts behind us with a soft finality, and I allow myself a breath, one I hadn’t realized I’d been holding."Thank you so much for doing this," Christian says as we take a few steps away from the door. "I dont know how you did it, but I know you got through to him... something not even his family was able to do." I think that is exactly why they weren't able to get to him in a different way. Family can be smothering, and not always in a good way. "You dont need to thank me, after all, you hired me to help him and that is exactly what I will do in the best way I can," I reply, trying to keep my voice light, but inside, the weight of the moment sits heavy."And I want to take this opportunity to allow you to do whatever you find best, whatever means you find necessary to get through his stubbornness because trust me Sebastian Callahan is one stubborn individual.""Callahan?" I ask."Right, forgive me I dont think I ever formally introduced myself. I'm Christian Callahan." He sa
The knock echoes softly through the hallway, Christian’s hand hovers over the doorknob, but he doesn’t turn it right away. After a long pause, he sighs and pushes the door open.“Sebastian,” Christian calls out softly, his voice laced with a tenderness I hadn't expected. “I brought someone to meet you.”The room is dark. The heavy curtains are drawn tight, blocking out any light, and the air feels thick with stillness. I can make out a faint outline of a person sitting in the corner chair. It felt sad.“Who is it now?” The tone is sharp, but there’s a vulnerability that cuts through. “Another one of your... helpers?” Sebastian shifts in his chair as Christia“She’s not here to help. Not in the way you think. She’s just here to... meet you.”I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, keeping my voice steady and gentle.
"I can't do this," I say as I stare at a guideline that Mira quickly prepared for me along with some psychology books on how to approach a person with disabilities. It's not the help part I was worried about, it was the lying aspect of it. Mira told me about how a blind person gets by in life, and how one recognizes space. Frequent movements include body rocking, repetitive handling of objects, and hand and finger movements all that seemed easy, but it felt like that because I wasn't in those shoes."Love, you can do this. That man needs help and you need the job. Both of us need you to get the job." Mira says as she hands me the cane.I take the cane from Mira, my fingers trembling slightly as I feel the smooth, cold metal in my hand. It’s heavier than I expected, but I know this is the first step in the lie I’m about to step into. It all feels wrong, a twisted game I’m not sure I’m prepared to play. And Christian... what about the instant attraction I felt for him? The kind of attra
"Are you alright?" His voice was so effortlessly seductive, or maybe that's just inside my head as I bit back on my lower lip until I was able to snap out of it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He says as he takes the cane and puts it in my hand in a way that he first takes my hand and wraps my fingers around it while I try not to melt underneath his touch."I'm ok," I say as he helps me to my feet."I tried caching him but he got away." He says as he looks behind him and then back at me."It's alright, the bag didn't have anything important anyway," I say while unable to take my eyes off of him. "I shouldn't have even fought for it.""Well, you probably shouldn't be out alone, especially on a night like this one. It's not safe for anyone, let alone someone in your condition." My condition? What? Stupid?"What makes you say that?" I ask him."I'm sorry I didn't mean anything about it... it's just, well, you know... I thought I saw you, um, struggling a bit back there. With t
"Love, come on cheer up. You'll find something soon." Our friend Tamara yelled into my ear through the loud music while Mira went to get us something to drink. It's safe to say that this party wasn't enough to bring my mood up and the flashing lights were starting to give me a headache."What worries me the most is the fact Mira would end up on the street because of me and she still has a lot of student debt to pay off, we were barely making ends meet as is." I say back with a level of devastation that eats at me. I was definitely not the light of the party."Not everything is lost, you can always strip," Leon says. Now we have known Leon for quite some time, and despite being almost twenty-eight he behaved like a hormonal eight-year-old boy."Stop it," Tamara says as she pulls back her red wig."Stop what?" Mira asks as she brings back the drinks."Nothing, Leon just told Love she could strip for a living." To which Mira smacks him on the back of his head."Idiot." She says as he rub
I stood underneath my shower letting the hot water fall down my body as my tears mixed with it. I often cried like this, in hiding then blaming the red eyes on the peppermint shampoo.The interview I had today... I totally ruined it... or the interview ruined me, one of those statements was true I was just trying to figure out which one of them made me feel better.What if this meant we were gonna lose the apartment?What if this meant I would need to move back home?No, absolutely not. That is a kind of low I do not want to sink down to.And Mira? I can't believe I let her down after everything she has done for me. It just feels like all of my luck has run out and no matter what I do I can't catch a break.This job would have been perfect, right up my alley. A chance in the jewelry design world but according to them I lack vision... everything I want to say has already been said.I can already hear my father..."I told you to study something useful that would bring bread to your table
"For how long does one cook bread?" I hear Mira talk as she types into her phone. Every time one of her dates goes badly she comes home and tries to cook something out of the little things we have left in our fridge. Tonight it just so happened that we were out of bread."I think the word you are looking for is bake, not cook," I say as I lean over the couch, stretching my legs in the process as I remove the overheated laptop from my lap."That makes more sense," Mira says as she turns to our oven. "Bake at 375° until loaf is golden brown and sounds hollow when tapped or has reached an internal temperature of 200°... since when did the internet become so useless? Sounds hollow? How does hollow look like in minutes?" Mira asks as she turns the dial on the oven with frustration I get up and take the phone out of her hand."Half an hour to forty-five minutes... see, the small letters," I say as I tap her shoulder. "Relax Mira, it was just a bad date. You shouldn't get all worked up over