LAURA
"Damn," someone muttered.
If I had to guess, my outfit was what prompted the cursing.
Looking up from my phone, I found Derrick, a guy who lived in my building, standing there. Actually, it looked like he'd abruptly paused mid-stride. His eyes were wide as they dragged down my form, and I was positive that if he kept his mouth open much longer, he'd attract flies.
I was right after all. It was my outfit.
"Hi, Derrick." I gave him a small smile and briskly continued walking. I was almost out of the building when he caught up to me, stopping me with a gentle grip on my elbow.
My smile slipped. I gave him a look, then dropped my eyes to his hand on my elbow pointedly.
He took the hint, smiling sheepishly as his hand fell back to his side. "Sorry." His eyes darted
