Dame street was large and compact, old fashioned black street lights were asleep, awaiting the evening duty. The sky was still a perfect blue as the clouds had receded further away from our area. The streets seemed abnormally quite but the soft wind provided a lively hum to the silence. Leaves skipped under my feet as I walked, as remembered, to number four.
The bus journey had left me dreary and tired but even then I couldn't nod off, seeing as I didn't know the area that well. Apartment number four was cosily small and wide. It was obviously new as the plants on either side of the large black door had fresh soil embedded around it.
Opening the door to a little corridor, I collected the large heap of junk mail that had been patiently waiting to be collected, putting them into the recycle bin that had been provided for me on the outside of the house. Quick to pack out the essentials and to have a shower, I still needed to find a part time job along my timetable that I had been given. I had enough money for the first few months in my new apartment but just in case anything went wrong, I needed to have a job to fall onto.
Laying on my new mattress in my cosy winter pyjamas, I used my new tablet my sister Tami had bought me to go through Facebook and text Skylar and to tell Chris how it was all going, for the parents sake. As the web page loaded, I instantly noticed a few new friend requests. Some were from the party, school... But there was a face that I could recognise from a mile away. It seems like the train journey had a good turn out after all, even with my embarrassment.
His name only stated 'Malik'... Would that be his first name or second? Tapping on his profile, I liked his profile picture, the same grey, slim fit suit that I had seen him in on the train. In fact, he had changed it a couple of hours ago, as I looked closer I even recognised the window that he was sitting beside. He was looking into the abyss of the scenery, I had to say, it looked shockingly attractive.
It wasn't even a minute later that I had received a message from him. "I thought I'd never find you... You look so... much more in real life" I smiled as I read. "Thanks?" I shot back a second later " I thought you looked quite good either way" I didn't really know what I was doing, as I'm sure you can tell. I guess he took it well as he laughed, using a blushing emoticon. I could just imagine the deep laugh that he was letting out at that moment. Seeming so close in reach but in distance, probably quite far away.
As the conversation continued, he told me that he had seen I had left my photograph on the train. In shock, I searched the small compartment in my suitcase but it was no use, he was right. Great, apart from being illiterate in both speech and writing, I was also stupidly forgetful. And of all photographs! It wasn't even the serious ones, maybe then I would have looked a little more appealing, sexy even.
Through the conversation, I found out that he had been coming back from an artist award ceremony as he had won an award in his school for his art at the end of the year. He had even shown me some of his art and that gave us the chance to exchange Snapchat names.
The first picture that he had sent me was hardly of his picture. He was sitting up, torso exposed and the ripple of muscle across his chest showed, even in the darkness of the room that he was in. He was different this time, the arrogance didn't seem to be there but instead a feel of sensitive look was in his eyes. I hardly even got a proper look at the photography before it disappeared, along with his body.
Although I was in my pyjamas, I put my hair up, seeing that it was wet from having a shower. Wrapping the pearly duvet around me, I flashed a seductive look, not smiling but still seeming friendly. 'It looks amazing, your so talented' and even though I could hardly catch a look at the picture, I thought that it would be sufficient.
I waited almost forever for a reply that never came. I didn't hear from him again.