"Oh I'll be back, don't you worry." I said as I shut the door behind me, stepping out into chilly, autumn aired streets of Manhattan. Breaking in my new boots was at least 10x more painful than I imagined it would be. I could already feel my heel rubbing against the tough material, chafing and sliding against my skin." Ow." I mumbled under my breath with each excruciating step. It must've looked like I was waddling, but these boots were free anyway, so it's okay.

"Hi, yes can I get a small hot french vanilla, milk and one Splenda please." I smiled at the girl behind the counter.

"And your name?" She stood waiting with her marker against the cup.

I told her my name was Lorna, and she asked me to repeat it. "Lorna, it don't matter how ya spell it." I smiled.

"That'll be right up!"

I start back to my apartment, sipping my coffee and walking as light on my tender feet as I can. I love the way my red lipstick sticks against the cup. It's like my signature, and Christopher loves it. "Shit!" Christopher! He told me he wanted a coffee cake. I completely forgot. I turned right around, and knocked into the girl walking behind me, my coffee splashing everywhere, drenching my shirt.

"Aw fuck, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, looking down at my shirt. Her hair was wild, strawberry blonde, and she was wearing a black jacket with zippers all over and black jeans, lips perked out holding the cigarette hanging out her mouth.

"Oh it's not your fault," I reassured her, "I didn't mean to hit ya like that when I turned around." I started wiping the coffee off of my shirt.

"There's no chance in hell that coffee won't stain that shit forever, I honestly would help you buy a new one, but I'm fuckin' broke."

"Don't even worry about it, the shirt was free anyways. Gee, that coffee was hotter than it tasted!" I waved my hands at my chest. My skin is literally burning, it feels tight and scratchy already.

The girl put her hands against my chest, directly under my collar bones.

"Hhholy shit, your skin is like on fire!" Her H hung onto the word as she spoke it, exhaling a laugh. Her hands were cold from the 50 degree air around us, and they felt heavenly on my burn.

"Where ya headed anyways?" She grinned, as her cigarette filled the air with smoke.

I explained, "I was headin' back to Starbucks to get my boyfriend a pastry, but I think I'll go home and change for now. I guess that's a good reminder not to forget about him!" I giggled, hoping it would make her laugh too.

She took a drag of her cigarette and had a huge smile on her face, her teeth looked perfect and white.

"Well let me walk you back, I live down here too. What apartment complex? I'm down in Brookside."

"You're kiddin! I just moved in there last week with Christopher. We love it, I'm surprised I haven't seen ya around yet!" I'm shocked there are coincidences like this in the big city.

"Oh no shit?!" She nods. Well hey, looks like there's no gettin' rid of me now. Where ya from?" Her voice was raspy, but smooth at the same time.

"Oh, I'm from Massachusetts, Christopher wanted to move down here so he can be closer with his family." I didn't want to sound like a rookie, but I'm sure that's how she took it.

"Well welcome to the big city, kid. Hang with me, you'll like it here. I think I can show you a good time." Her cheeky smile wound down into a smirk, and she exhaled a cloud of smoke.

People say that it's normal for girls to be attracted to other girls, but I'm sure being intrigued in the first five minutes of meeting is a bit out of bounds. We approached the steps into the building, and she opened the door for me.

"Thank you." I said sweetly with a smile on my face.

"I mean it's the least I could do, right?" She joked. "What floor you on?"

"We're on 5th, what about you?"

"I'm up on 7th, how the hell did you get the quiet floor just moving in?" Her eyes gloomed at me.

"Oh, just luck I guess." I said.

We stood in the elevator and I could smell the cigarette lingering on her body. Somehow it smelt good, and it surprisingly over powered the scent of the coffee radiating from my chest.

"So this Christopher, he's your boyfriend, yeah?"

"Yep, we're 5 months strong this Friday." I got giddy over the thought of it.

"Jeez, 5 months and already moved in together?"

I started to feel awkward. "Yeah, he likes to do things pretty quick, and I love him, so I figured why not?"

"Interesting." She said, almost as if she didn't expect it to last.

The elevator dinged at the 5th floor.

"Here I am. I'll see ya around, um?" I realized I hadn't even got her name.

"It's Nicky, and you are... Lorna? Just guessing from your coffee cup. No creepy shit, I promise." She grinned and giggled.

I laughed, "Yeah, that's me. It was nice to meet ya, bye now." I walked out.

I swear I could see her eyes moving up and down my body as the doors closed. Nicky. I thought to myself, this is gonna be interesting. I realized that entire time I had forgotten about the blisters on my heals, I don't know if it was from the burn of the coffee, or the sound of Nicky's voice, or her crazy hair, or her smile, or her - okay Lorna. Stop.

As soon as I saw Christopher sitting in the kitchen, I smiled.

"You'll never guess what just happen-"

He cut me off. "Where's my food?" He extended his arm on the table like it was too heavy to hold.

"I got into a little mix up, I spilled my coffee before I could go back to get ya one, but I met this really nice girl who lives 2 floors up! What a coincidence, I-"

"So you're saying you bought yourself a coffee and left my shit behind? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Christopher, I'm sorry, I-I didn't leave yours behind," I'm feeling nervous, I don't want him to do what he did last time. I realize I probably look like a lost puppy.

"Well it sure fucking looks like it. Why are you like this to me, Lorna? What the fuck did I do to you?"

"You didn't do nothin', I'm sorry, I'll go out and get one right now. I wanted to just change real quick."

"I don't give a shit if your shirt is soaked. Go."

I had no choice. I never should have forgotten about him. He's probably going to hate me now, or even worse. He might hurt me. My eyes are watering as I head out into the hallway. Now the coffee on my shirt has gone cold, my feet are throbbing in pain, and I'm freezing as I walk out into these intimidating streets, again.