The girl next door

Chapter 7 - Heather

My first days in the big city are going surprisingly well. In the new job I find my way around pretty well, which I honestly didn't expect, as I'm usually not very helpful on my first day. However, my colleagues are friendly and give me sufficient guidance. I also immediately fell in love with the cosy little boutique. Even at university, most of them are quite relaxed, but I haven't found any real friends yet. But I concentrate too much on the lessons during the week.

You could almost think that my new life is getting off to a good start, but I know that you can't be deceived by a beautiful appearance. Everything can change within seconds. The last few years in particular have taught me that.

I have successfully avoided my neighbour since the stumbling accident. Something so embarrassing has never happened to me before! What Sebastian might think of me now. Of course I'm hoping for the best that I don't feel like having any embarrassing relationships with people I run into every day.

In my apartment I have already set up one or two pieces of furniture. But today is Friday and so that evening Ladys Night in a bar I passed on my way home. Directly I felt addressed by the poster in the window. Although I haven't done anything like this for a long time, I want to take this opportunity to make new contacts. Besides, there has to be some fun and if I should do something like that, if not on weekends.

So I start to get ready punctually at eight o'clock. However, I notice that I hardly have any clothing. So I can't avoid a shopping tour soon. Finally I decide for a red cocktail dress and high heels in the same color.

When I slip into it, I notice with satisfaction that it still sits like a glove. Otherwise I really would have had a problem, because this is undoubtedly one of my favourite dresses. Fortunately, I don't have any big problems with my shoes either. That's why I go to the bathroom and start applying make-up after working on my blonde hair with a curling iron for a while.

The end result turned out to be quite satisfactory. My hair falls over my shoulders in soft curls, while the make-up makes my blue eyes stand out.

I stick my feet into the living room to fill my handbag with the most important items for the night. As soon as I have finished with it, I leave the apartment quickly, in order not to throw my intention over the top again. I tend to this behaviour now and then, to my regret.

As soon as I have closed the door behind me, I hear a voice that is quite familiar to me: "Where do you want to go, dressed up like that? Slowly I raise my head and see my neighbour standing in the door frame of his apartment. I almost feel my cheeks getting warm. I really didn't expect him now.

"Why do you care?" I ask as neutrally as possible. He shrugs his shoulders for a moment and it almost seems as if he won't answer, then he opens his mouth unusually hesitantly: "Can't you just no longer be interested in your neighbour? "Yes, but it almost looks like you're stalking me," I notice with raised eyebrows. After all, it almost seems as if he had been waiting for me. "Don't imagine anything," he raises both hands defensively: "I'm just waiting for Aiden."

"Well then', I say briefly tied up and want to move towards the stairs: 'I'll see you'. As I walk past him, however, he grabs my arm and keeps me from going with him. His grip is not firm, but firm: "Do you have a date?

This question surprises me noticeably. However, I catch myself again quickly and free myself from him with a serious look: "That doesn't concern you at all". "But you'll tell me anyway, won't you?" He gives me a charming grin, which, admittedly, only makes him look better: "I'll say 'please' very kindly, too."

A little annoyed I roll my eyes and sigh soberly: "No, I don't have a date". He scrutinizes me and I notice how his gaze stays on my neckline a little longer than normal. "Hey", I wag my hand in front of his face: "My face up here." "I know," he slowly lifts his head and grins at me self-confidently: "Take me with you!"

I put my head slightly crooked. Although I'm glad he doesn't seem to resent the faux pas in the café, his curiosity is somehow exhausting. "Forget it", I reject without digression. "Why?" it doesn't seem he was so easily beaten before him: "Today I'm even wearing jeans."

Actually, I don't owe him any account, but I'm pretty sure that he won't calm down if I don't answer this question: "First, I thought you had an appointment with Aiden and second, it's Ladies Night tonight. Ergo I won't show up there with any guy."

He makes an unhappy expression on his face: "I can postpone the meeting with Aiden and I'm sure the whole single ladies won't mind if I come along." "But it bothers me and Aiden certainly doesn't like to be transferred either", I contradict him: "See you tomorrow, Sebastian". With these words I turn away from him and go down the stairs and leave the apartment house. However, his strange behaviour remains in my head until I arrive at the club. He seemed as if he didn't want me to leave without him. What's the deal with my new neighbour?