Late Night

By sitting on my couch in disbelief that I made it. Claimed my dreams, worked hard for my career to be flourished. Finally allowed myself to be in this state I am in, I sit here, and sigh, "Finally," after a few months moving into my new home. Fully furnished. A home I can call, 'mine' and as I sit here, smiling to myself, I hear a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I yelled to the door. "Tony, well-um, Anthony! Well- you could call me-" a man from the other side of the door yelled back to the same sky blue-looking door. Confused because I didn't know anyone here in Georgia. (Before I go on, I moved here like a few months ago, from New York, and wanted a different feeling- or sense of direction for myself in life in the career I am in as a graduated dietitian and as a fitness "guru" on youtube) I opened the door and as I stared at this tall, 6'2, black muscular man, (like, um, Michael B Jordan, look-a-like) "Oh, hi," I high pitched. "I-I-I'm sorry if I was bothering you or anything but I noticed you moved in across from me, see my door is right there," as he pointed across the hallway, "and I made this homemade pie, and been meaning to bring in this to you, but it seems like you're on the go and busy with moving in, I thought this was a great time for me to introduce myself."

I couldn't get my eyes off of this guy's body. And he looked so yummy, I just kept it to myself. And said genuinely, "thank you so much I truly appreciate it." As I smiled or smirked at him, "would you like to come in?" He nodded and said, "Sure,"

As Tony walked in, it seemed like it was a classy swag as he walked, knowing he is good looking but not in a way he thinks he is the ish, type of guy. As he sat down he says, "Wow! You have a nice place and clean," which he emphasized. I chuckled and asked curiously, "What do you mean 'clean?'" "Well, the person that lived here before, well-she," he began to say. "She was a beautiful person, phsyically, but she had kids and asked me to watch them one time because of something about her baby father, I'm not sure. And I have experienced by taking care of my cousins as a kid and when I took care of hers, these kids had no manners, which I noted from her when I would try to say 'hi,' and she would be so rude. This place was always dirty and I would notice a smell from the hallway, until she moved out and it got cleaned, the smell went away. I'm not sure what she did to the place but all I know, this place is completely different last time I smelled and saw it." He took a pause and chuckled to himself which I found really cute, "but this place seems so roomy, that I wish I could put my feet up, of course, my mom taught me manners, though." As he smiled- ugh! So cute that I noticed his dimples.

"Wow, that's crazy! I'm super glad I was raised in a household that made me clean. But yet, as you can see I don't have kids but even yet, I have four older sisters, with kids, but they are always looking sharp, clean themselves, and the kids," I began to rant away. "Anyway though, would you like a water or a Sprite- I even have alcohol, as well," "Water would be great," as I went to grab a water bottle, from having butterfingers as I walked back to hand it to him, it fell, and I picked it up, from that moment I knew he saw a little bit of cleavage and we locked eyes...

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