Chapter 5

I wake up and reluctantly turn to grab my phone. I'm checking the time when I realize I have 6 missed calls from Amara. I'm supposed to meet up with her at her shop for some art show she's having. "Shit!" How did I not hear my alarm or the calls I wonder as I hurry up and throw on a pair of washed out high waisted shorts, and a blush colored tank top. I throw some mascara on and quickly brush my hair. I look in the mirror and I'm satisfied with my five-minute get ready look. I grab my purse and text a "sorry! I'm on my way" apology to Amara.

I get to the shop which is just a 10 minute walk from my apartment thankfully. As I open the door Amara rushes over, scolding me with a look. She's wearing business attire that accentuates her curves nicely. With a peachy colored shirt underneath that compliments her olive skin tone. She has thick sleek black hair that's pulled into a neat bun.

"Jesus Evelyn!" Amara whisper yells. She only calls me by my full name when she's irritated with me. Otherwise calls me Eve.

"I'm so sorry Amara! I don't know how.." I say before she cuts me off with a wave. I give her an apologetic look as I flutter my eyelashes.

"Ugh, you know I can't stay mad at you" Amara says as she pulls me a little forcefully toward the gallery.

We're walking over to these huge beautiful paintings when I realize the man I saw yesterday or should I say bumped into, is standing right there. It's strange I even recognize him but he stands out with such perfection I didn't quite notice until now. He is staring deeply into the painting in front of him, which is dark with a hint of red. Much like his attire. He's wearing a suit which fits perfectly to his body. A red tie fit snugly. His shoulders broad. He's tall and built but not too muscular. His wavy dark hair hanging slightly over his eyes. I realize I was spending the whole walk over staring, practically drooling when I realized Amara was taking us right to him.