"Salma, please get me an ice cream on the way" said my for 7 year old brother.
"Me too, salma! Please" said his twin brother.
"Sure" I leaned down and kissed each of their cheeks. My adorable twin brother's were standing in the hallway of our hotel room. I waved them goodbye and went out of the room to the elevator. I stepped inside; of course the elevator was excessively large and elegant. We were staying in the most expensive hotel in Seattle. As my millionaire dad made sure of that.
The elevator stopped and I made my way to the hotel mall to buy a formal dress for today's party and maybe finding my shopaholic sister Sandra on the way. It's not like I don't already have a dress I actually have a dozen but dad insisted that I buy a new one for this party. It's inappropriate to wear the same dress to a party twice, said he, supported by my sister.
I descended down the stairs to the mall's gate, and was not surprised by the crowd that filled it. Everybody came to this mall as it's the considered the best mall in Seattle. I walked slowly observing the shops clothes. They were mostly casual clothes, jeans and shirts. I went up the electric stairs and continued searching but found nothing. I went to third floor and searched some more until I spotted a V-neck dark blue dress. It was simple but I liked it, and considering I had no other option I decided to try it on.
Walking in the shop I acknowledged the worker and asked to try the dress. I put it on in the fitting room then observed my self in the mirror. My hair hung loosely straight at the sides. The dress fit well but there was something off about the whole picture. I think it was that the dress made me look cute but not necessarily attractive, and for a seventeen year old, cute is not really what I am going for so I took off the dress and gave it back to the worker before thanking him.
I think I will just have to wear one of my dresses even though I know dad and Sarah are going to throw a fit. Maybe mum would help me out.
I was going to the exit door of the mall when I remembered that I promised Ryan and Stephan to get them ice cream. So I made my way to the ice cream shop instead and ordered too chocolate cone ice creams. I paid for them and made my way out of the mall and up the stairs to the elevator. I was surprised to find a person inside, as these elevators were usually empty. It was a boy, his face looked like an eighteen year old boy but his body told a different story. He was tall and lean and absolutely gorgeous. His skin was russet and his hair was cut unevenly making him look boyish. Wow none of my boyfriends were that handsome. I stepped inside but he didn't notice me. He was staring intently on something in his phone. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
I pressed my floor's number and waited. He still didn't seem to notice me, and it made me uncomfortable. I huffed impatiently to get his attention. He looked up and our eyes connected then He froze. He kept staring and staring at me eyes wide. It made me more uncomfortable. Was there something on my face? I shifted my weight from foot to foot feeling uneasy. He seemed to notice that as he snapped out of his daze then an affectionate smile spread across his face. What the hell is that about?
"Umm…hello" I said.
"Hello" he said, his voice…loving? My eyes widened a bit. Ok this is really strange.
There was a long awkward silence and I didn't know what to say, it didn't happen everyday that you find a boy in an elevator that didn't pay you any attention at first then suddenly he looks at you like you're his long lost love.
I cleared my throat then averted my eyes. I heard him speak again, "What's you're name?" His voice was curious, and I looked at him in an are you kidding me? Manner.
That seemed to unnerve him as he replied quickly "I mean… you look…familiar" He was suddenly preoccupied with staring at the elevator's door.
Stalker alert went off in my head and I prevented myself from talking a step back, he seemed to notice my tension and looked back at me quickly. His eyes met mine, I was mesmerized by color of his eyes. Warm brown. It was my turn to look away.
I decided to tell him a fake name incase he was a serial killer "Kate" I told him nonchalantly, summoning my lying skills.
"Kate" he repeated, the way he cherished my fake-name unsettled me a bit and I wanted to get out of here. The long elevator ride ended on my floor and I hurried to get out. Just as the door was closing I fleeted a glance at him and found him slightly dazed in realization of what just happened.