Sunlight kissed her eyelids good morning. It was a bright day. Everything was looking more alive and fresher. She pulled sheets over her face and then turned over. Her phone buzzed under her pillow. She opened one eye and looked around. She had slept peacefully last night but was still tired from the wearying week.
She checked her cell phone. There was a text message from her cousin sister, Flora.
“Hello, dearest. I’m going to Ohio with Auntie Betty. I’ll come back in a week. I would have called you but then I thought you might be sleeping. Anyways. I’m hoping to see you soon. I love you.
-Nana.”
Her grandmother had asked Flora to text her on her behalf. Flora was 10 years older than her and had two kids. She had always been a supportive person in Penelope’s life. When everything was falling apart, she helped her get things together and rooted for her success.
There were other messages from Nora as well. The first one was an hour later the time she left the restaurant.
“Hey, did you get home? Sorry I had to rush. Text me when you reach.”
The other was around midnight.
"I gave Damen your phone number just now. He said he will be there at your place tomorrow. I want all the deets." She had put a wink emoji next to it.
Duh. She mentally slapped herself. She still wasn't sure if it was right to have your boss at your home to help you with the work. She kept looking over the screen.
There was one other message from an unknown number. It was from Damen. She read it. Kept starring at it. ‘And after all, we are friends now.’ His words replayed in her mind. She turned off her phone and held it to her bosom and then slumped back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
She sighed and scratched her head. After lying there aimlessly for a few more moments she put her phone aside and then walked inside the bathroom to take a relaxing shower. After that she made breakfast. After eating she did the dishes and brushed her hair. She cleaned the apartment a bit. She wasn't wearing her contact lenses today, she searched for the glasses that she had put away while cleaning and picked the book she was reading last night.
She was sitting on the chair, reading, when she heard a knock. She checked her phone, there were no notifications. She stood up and walked towards the door. She turned around to look at the wall clock. ‘He came earlier than I expected.’ She murmured.
She swung open the door to find Hailey standing on the other side, wearing an apron as always. She dropped her arms down. “It’s you.” She wasn’t expecting her.
“Expected someone else?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“No. Not really.” She shook her head and moved aside for her to enter. “Come in.”
“No, no. I was just here to collect your keys. Nathan told me you forgot yours at your friend’s house. He said he’ll get them copied for you.”
“Oh, thank you very much. You are the best human I’ve ever met in this city.” She picked up the keys and handed them to her. She put them in her apron’s pocket. “Alrighty. I’m going downstairs to meet Ms. Phthalo. I’ll see you around.” She smiled.
“Bye-Bye.” She waved.
As Hailey walked downstairs, she found a man in the lobby. Holding a bag. A girl’s bag. Not that she was judging him or something but that she knew the owner of the bag. Penelope. A smile danced over her lips. He was taking out his phone when Hailey said, “Hello, mister.”
He looked up. “Hi.” He warmly smiled at her.
“Are you here for Penelope?” Her eyes were getting brighter with every passing second.
“Yes…? How do you know?” He cautiously asked.
“Wild guess.” She was still smiling. “I’m Hailey by the way.” She waved her hand up in the air. “Damen. Damen Laurent.” He nodded lightly. “Ah, can you tell me… which way to go?”
“Oh, yes. Second floor. Down the hall. Left side. 2B.”
“All right. Thank you.” He smiled again.
“Have fun you too.” She said and walked away.
Damen shook his head lightly and walked upstairs. He walked down the hall and stood in front of her apartment. He gave a light knock at the door. The door opened almost immediately. “Did you forget something, Hailey?” She was holding a book in her hand, not looking at the person in front of her.
“No, she was downstairs.” He said with a grin. She looked up at him and stumbled backward causing her book to fall. She picked it up quickly. He was all washed and dressed up. Hair gelled back. Wearing a nice pair of shoes. And, she was wearing a baggy shirt with trousers. Although, she had brushed her hair this morning. She looked at him and then at herself.
‘Nobody dresses up in their own homes.’ She thought to herself.
She bit her lip not knowing what to say. "You don't want me to come in?" He said with a subdued smile. "Uh- no, I didn't say that." She shook her head and adjusted her glasses. “Come in.” She moved aside for him to enter.
'I should have thought about this small talk thing as well.' She mumbled. He walked forward and placed her things over the table and started looking around. He walked towards the balcony and touched a flower pot. “You like succulents?” He asked and looked at her.
She simply nodded.
“Cool. Very cool.” He walked back to the couch and sat. She was still standing near the kitchen, looking at him.
“Are you done checking me out?” He asked.
“Huh?” She dumbfoundedly said. She then realized she was looking at him the whole time. She spun on her heel and opened the refrigerator. “Do you want something to drink?” She said with her face inside the fridge.
“Water is fine.” He leaned back on the couch. She poured him some water. “Here.” She handed him the glass. He sipped it and placed it on the table. She was still standing behind the chair. “You are not gonna sit?” He looked at her.
“Yeah, no, yeah.” She said and dropped herself on the chair. She was awkwardly sitting when he said, “So?”
“Huh?”
“Let’s start working?” He tapped his both knees.
“Yeah?... Yeah. Yes, Sure.” She mentally slapped herself and stood up. She walked behind the curtain wall and took out an extension with her. She plugged in her laptop and opened the file.
She was sitting on the floor, across from him. “So,” She started saying, “Um, Marissa said that these are the rejected ideas. I have to come up with a report saying why they were rejected and have to provide what I think might be better solutions.”
“Why are you sitting on the floor?” He looked into her eyes.
“Huh?” She adjusted her glasses. “I- I…” She cleared her throat. Searched for words. Nothing came out.
“Come sit over here,” He patted the couch. “I don’t bite.” He chuckled.
She sighed and walked around the table to sit with him. He flipped over some pages and started skimming them. She sniffed lightly. He was wearing perfume. It was a light zesty smell. “It’s Sauvage Dior. EDT.” He said without looking at her.
Her eyes widened. Her heart started throbbing. She felt heat rising in her body. From her neck to her cheeks. She looked away instantly. He looked at her again. Her face was giving a shade of pink. The corners of his lips tugged up lightly. “It’s unisex. You want it?” He leaned towards her.
She shook her head and scooted over. He clicked his tongue, tried to suppress his smile. “Okay, whatever you like. About this… I can solve this one for you and then you can solve others by looking at it. And, of course, you can ask me whenever you are unable to provide a solution.”
She tried to grasp everything and nodded in response. He took the laptop and started drafting a solution for the first rejected idea. He kept on explaining the important terms to her while typing. In about 15 minutes he had drafted the complete solution for her. He handed her the laptop for her to continue the work.
“Do you have more books?” He pointed at the book on the table.
“Mmhm.” Her eyes were focused on the screen. “They… There is a bookshelf in my bedroom. You can have a look.” She said without looking at him. He stood up, adjusted his shirt, and walked towards her bedroom.
He slowly opened the door. The curtains were off the window. Her room was clean. He slid his fingers on the dresser and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He ran his hand through his hair. He slowly walked towards the bookshelf. He turned around one more time, trying to absorb all the details. He ran his fingers on the back of all the books. They were all adjusted alphabetically.
He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself.
There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”
He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.”
He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pockets. He smelled lavender. It was her fragrance.
He opened his eyes and one more time looked around and then walked outside the room closing the door behind him. He walked towards the balcony and sat on the bean bag. “Found nothing good to read?” She looked through her glasses. She had tied her hair in a bun on the top of her head now.
“Didn’t feel like reading anymore.” He looked outside. The skies were clear, some random white clouds were wandering. Something inside him had happened that disturbed him. He kept sitting there, staring into the empty spaces.
***
4:47 p.m. All of her work was done by 5 in the evening. Damen hadn’t said anything to make her more nervous than she already was. He was trying to get work done as soon as possible. All the awkwardness and tension had settled down. “Should I send it just now or schedule it for tomorrow morning?” She looked at him. He was sitting beside her. “Schedule it.” There were empty noodle bowls, and some snacks lying on the table. She scheduled the email and powered off her laptop. She stretched her arms over her head and slouched back. “Thank you.” She put her glasses over her head. “For helping me. That too on the weekend.” He tilted his head to look at her. She was smiling at him. He gave her a half-smile, “It was nothing.” He looked away, “You are my friend.” “Let me treat you to a meal.” She excitedly said. He raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” “I’m gonna eat until you are broke.” He widened his eyes. She laughed in response.
10:16 p.m. She didn’t say anything all the way back to his home. The car slowed down in front of his house. He parked it in the garage and moved out. He took out the suitcase and walked inside the house. After a minute or two, he came back. She was sitting still. He opened her door and bent down to pick her up. “I can just… walk.” She looked at him with no expressions. “Like that?” He gave her a disappointing look. “Yeah. I mean… just lend me your hand.” She stretched out her hand. He grabbed it and helped her in getting out of the car. She was leaning on him trying to walk but couldn’t. She couldn’t put pressure either on her toes or heel. He picked her up without letting her say anything. She put her arms around his neck awkwardly. He walked inside the house quietly. He entered his room and carefully dropped her on the bed, grabbed two pillows, put them under her foot, and stood straight. There was a moment of silence. He scratched his neck
“Here, take your medicines.” He came out of the kitchen with an apron around his waist. “Oh,” He stopped right in front of her chair. “She slept again?” He put his hands to his sides. Her mouth was slightly opened and she had her eyes closed. He waved his hand in front of her face. “Hey!” He poked her arm. “Penelope!” He tried again but there was no response. He sighed and put medicines in his apron’s pocket. “How is she always sleepy?” He shook his head and sighed again. The clouds had covered up the sky. He chose not to wake her up and sat on the chair beside her. He wiped his hands on the apron and leaned back. “I don’t want you to suffer.” He said in a hushed tone. Almost inaudible. “I know you don’t want me to help you. Still, you are stuck with me here.” He smiled sadly and looked at her. He slowly put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He kept looking at her. Sadly. “I’m sorry you broke your foot because of me.” He said and leaned back in his chair
2:03 a.m. He got up to drink water. There was light coming out of her comforter. He poured water for himself and took his time to drink it. He kept standing there watching her shuffling under the sheet. He slowly stretched his arm and grabbed the comforter and then jerked it off from top of her. A shriek left from her mouth which he stopped by putting his hand over her mouth. He took her phone from her hand and faced the light towards the ceiling. “What do you think you are doing?” He turned on the screen and read the time. “It’s freaking 2 in the morning.” His eyes widened. “Why aren’t you asleep?” “I couldn’t sleep.” She said sheepishly. “It was just too dark for me to sleep.” He rolled his eyes. “Let me put you to sleep.” He jumped over the bed and laid down next to her. “Here.” He patted his shoulder. “Lay down.” She looked at him incredulously. “What?” He grabbed her arm and pulled her down. “Don’t rush your filthy brain.
“I was just thinking about coming home today.” She said on the phone. “You sure? Is there any problem?” Hailey said on the other side of the line. “No, I mean… I just— you know. How long can I stay here? And I miss you.” “I miss you too, love. Okay. Should I ask him to take you back here?” “No, no. I’ll just talk to him.” “Okay, hon. I love you.” “I love you too.” She smiled. She took support from the crutch and walked out of the room. She lightly knocked at the door to the study room and creaked it open. He was standing in front of the window, looking outside. She entered the room and looked around. The room had a dark ambiance just like the rest of the house. The whole room was carpeted. There were bookshelves on the front wall from top to bottom. A wooden ladder in the corner. The west wall was an accent wall with nothing but one gigantic painting of the back of a woman in a white dress. The details were incredible.
July 29th. 5:30 p.m. The air hostess asked all the passengers to tie their seatbelts, the plane was about to take off. She was sitting nervously in her seat, fidgeting with her fingers. She looked outside the window for one last time, she was about to leave her hometown. Her eyes became glossy as the plane started moving. She took a deep breath after closing her eyes and rested her head on the seat. * 10:45 p.m. The plane landed on the airport and the passengers came out after collecting their bags. There were only a handful of passengers on the flight. It wasn't as dark outside as she thought it would be. She came out of the terminal dragging her suitcase and holding 2 small bags on her both shoulders. She looked around but found no one who might have come to pick her up. A man came near her and said in a foreign accent "Miss Bloom? Are you Penelope Bloom?" He had grey mop-like hair,
She woke up from the sound of her alarm. Rubbing off the sleep from her eyes she went inside the bathroom. After the shower, she wrapped the towel around her wet body and started brushing her teeth. She stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed in white jeans shorts and a light pink shirt. She opened her suitcase and took out all her neatly folded clothes and started stacking them inside the wardrobe. The dresses she got for work were hung in their place. For the shoes, she chose the lowest drawer. She put the books on the bookshelf. She hadn't brought many things with her, only those that she needed the most. She put her makeup and accessories on the dresser. She gathered her hair in a ponytail and left two loose strands on her face. She put on her lenses and did light makeup. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. She chewed her lower lip and walked towards the window. She removed the curtain from the window. It was a bright sunny day. The roads were busy,
She was sitting on the couch with the laptop and her phone and checking her emails. She was a bit worried after checking her account details. Although her grandmother had helped her a lot in renting out the place and with the furniture. But till now, she had spent a huge amount of her savings as well. She had to find a job real soon because couldn't rely on her grandmother anymore. She had applied to some architectural firms, and many other possible jobs. She had interviews in the upcoming week. She didn't have enough money in her account that she could stay at home and do nothing for even a month. She sighed and shut down the laptop. She put it aside and lied down on the couch, her arm covering her eyes. A few moments passed by and her phone rang. She picked it up, it was her grandmother calling. She answered the call, “Hello, nana.” She chirped. “Hello, dearest.” She said in a calm voice. “How are feeling today? Did you take your medicine?” She ques