Me: Hey, are you free today? I need to talk.
The coffee pot finishes up the brew and starts to boil its last drops. I place my phone down on the coffee table and walk over to pour my cup. Adding cream and sugar, I tip the mug and sip on the bold blend. The fragrance immediately explodes in my nose as the hot liquid glides into my mouth and down my throat. The exhilarating bitterness wakes up my taste buds, and I already feel energized for the day. God, I love coffee.
As I bask in my morning routine, my phone dings, indicating a new text message. Walking over to the coffee table, I glance down and read the text from Gia.
Gia: Yeah, I can get away for a bit. You okay? I can come over.
Reading her text, I smile at her response. Gia and I have really bonded these past couple months and I’m happy to have found someone like her. She may be the complete opposite of me and have a mouth on her, but I app
reciate her spunk and honesty.
Me: I’m fine. I’ll be here waiting for you.
Gia: Be there in forty-five minutes.
Me: Okay.
Gia: Make breakfast. I’m starved.
Me: Lol pancakes and sausage?
Gia: Pancakes and bacon! Who eats sausage? Ew!
Me: I do!
Gia: Bacon!!
Me: Ok bacon! See you soon
A half hour later, my apartment bell buzzes. Racing to answer I ask, “Who is it?”
“Bitch you know who it is. Open up, I’m starving!”
Bursting out in laughter, I reply, “What’s the magic word?”
“Open it now Melanie! It’s too damn early for this shit.”
I hesitate for a couple seconds, fueling her anger, then finally let her in. I unlock the front door and head back into the kitchen to finish up the pancake batter. As I pour the contents of the first pancake onto the skillet, Gia busts through the door, slamming it shut.
I peer out into the foyer. “Morning! Whoa, you look a mess!”
Her hair is completely disheveled and her eye makeup is smudged. Mascara runs down the side of her face. I glance at her outfit and she’s clearly wearing a clubbing dress.
Gia kicks off her heels in the living room and strolls into the kitchen. “Gee thanks. Breakfast ready yet?” She picks up a crispy strip of bacon and takes a bite.
“What happened to you?”
“Rough night.”
“Care to divulge?”
“So, I was at Fusion last night, you know, doing my thing.”
“Yes, I know. On the prowl.”
“Yeah. Anyway, so I hit it off with this guy with a sexy accent. I think he was from London or something. So, you know, we dance for a few songs and he takes me back into the lounge area.”
I flip the pancake, listening to her story. “And?”