From the crack of the door he took a picture of some beautiful girl standing there. "What're you doing?" She asked, glancing between him and the device.
Eyes on the phone, he clicked.
He shrugged, pursing his lips, "Nothing." He cleared his throat, dropping the phone his pocket. "What is it that you said you wanted again?" He extended the door to his arm's length, leaning against it, trying to seem cool.
The girl was affronted, there was no question. "I live in the apartment directly under you and they had your mail mixed in with mine." She had been going through her large purse until she pulled out a magazine and an envelope.
The magazine was ASS PLAY and the envelope had been his internet bill. His name was clearly typed on the magazine, with his apartment number--there was no way to make an excuse for that. He tried at a half-smile, "It's, it's for my mother, you know. She wants surgery on her ass and this is just reference."
The girl closed her purse after the boy awkwardly reached for the magazine and bill. She sucked in her lips and raised her eyebrows. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." She turned to leave, her flats padding against the hallway floor.
"Wait!" He stepped out the door and the first thing he noticed was the temperature change and the second hand been another girl waiting. They both looked on the verge of saying something. Both there, both pairs of eyes on him, both beautiful hair, both nice clothes, both nice eyeliner and bit his lip and shook his head. "Nothing, I have nothing."
It took everything he had to not stare at that woman's ass.
The stranger laughed and the other one pointed a thumb over her shoulder. The stranger laughed again.
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