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Kera sat in the window seat of her small apartment. She rented a 4 room apartment from an old house close to 38th street. The paint chipped from the house and her electricity flickered but it was on $350 per month. She had on some cotton pajama bottoms and an old tank top. Her hair was tightly pulled back with a pen on the top of her head. She drank hot chocolate with little marshmallows floating lazily on the top. She had a gas fireplace and the slight hum of it resonated as al greene cooed smoothly in the background. She leaned easily against the casing of the bay window and the phone rang. It was matt the sweet faced cat she had met a week back on campus. He wanted to come over and watch a few movies, she told him to give her an hour and head on over. She was excited her face flushed making her face look charming and natural.
She piled her dirty clothes in her hamper and lit a few candles and some incense. She jumped in her shower and put on an old pair of jeans and a clean sweatshirt. She pulled out a clean throw for the sofa and washed her cup and plate from dinner. She collapsed on the sofa; she was tired she ran four miles earlier. She had on her striped toe socks which always made her smile; she held her feet up in the air and wiggled her toes. Someone knocked on the door.
She slid across the floor to the door and unlocked the bolt, and there he was smiling with a bouquet of daisies in his hand. He was fresh, sweet smiling, not lacking but youthful. There he stood, freshly shaven, old Levis, t-shirt and a blue jean jacket, and an old pair of vans. She smiled widely and a few strands of hair fell in her face. Her almond eyes twinkled with the light of the candles.
He said,� Can I come in?�. �Sure�, she muttered a little embarrassed; she didn�t realize she had been staring. He side saddled through the door, �oh!� he said, turning back to face her �these are for you� he glanced down and ran his right finger down his nose while handing her the daisies. �Thanks, I will go put these in water�, she said as she approached her kitchenette, �oh and have a seat� she gestured toward the sofa. �Would you like anything to drink? I have some soda and some beer.�
�A soda sounds great.� He said hoping he didn�t come off a little lame.
She made them both sodas and sat them on the table along with the daisies in a blue plastic vase. �So you brought some movies?�
�Oh yeah� he said, �I brought death race 2000 and clockwork orange, I didn�t know what you like� he said waving the boxes in the air.
�Well, I have never seen death race 200 but I love clockwork orange, so it�s up to you.�
�Since you haven�t seen death race, let�s watch that it is pretty funny.�
�Ok, you get it ready and I will make us some popcorn�, she said heading toward the kitchen.
He opened the box and put the DVD in the player. He felt a little unsure sitting on the edge of the loveseat drinking generic cola watching zigzag lines cross the TV. He could hear the sound of the popcorn in the microwave and smell the butter. She came back with a big plastic bowl filled with popcorn, she handed it to matt.
She sat next to him on the sofa with a red pillow on her lap and pressed start on the remote. They started watching the movie and eating popcorn. When they finished the bowl of popcorn he sat it on the floor and she leaned on his chest, he put his arm around her. She felt a little nervous and swallowed hard, but put her hand on his thigh. He kissed her on top of the head and she leaned up and kissed him softly on the mouth, they leaned into each other and finally they both were lying down on the sofa kissing and caressing, exploring each other, until they fell asleep there on the sofa in each others arms.