Chapter 3:
Life has taught her, but hardships and heartaches, how to appreciate the little things; It's not like her job allows her to be chipper and cheery every day. Neither does her personality for that matter.
But there were times – like these – that Sara found herself unusually happy. She'd feel bubbly and the world would seem as if it were made out of cotton candy, rainbows and soft silky clouds with butterflies fluttering and bunnies hopping all around. Well, as close to that description as possible at least. She was – after all – still the forever cynic who saw the world exactly for what it was: dark.
In her defense, however, it wasn't often that life would throw her something to cause a good mood.
So, when – as an insurance investigator – you've made a recovery worth 500K, pleased your boss, helped the NYPD catch two wanted thief's, close your own investigation ànd finish the paperwork all just after lunch, you've earned your right to a happy moment. Plus, it of course doesn't hurt that the NYPD detective you've worked with a couple of times, finally gathered up his courage and asked you out for tonight.
At first she was hesitant, because truthfully; what does she know about this detective, other then that he's from LA, moved to New York two years ago and that his name is Adam?
But, Sara soon decided she didn't care. She liked him and she liked spending time with him, but most of all: she liked how she felt around him, it was different. He was a breath of fresh air compared to her exes, who had a knack for the shady. She decided she could use the change, to do things a little different this time around.
So when she stepped out of the shower, wrapped her towel around her petite physique and walked over to the sink to brush her teeth, she wasn't too surprised when she found herself dancing towards the sink. She wasn't too surprised when she found herself swinging and twirling to the music playing on the radio. And when she finished brushing her teeth, she wasn't too surprised to see that there was a young woman in the mirror who was smiling at her.
In the middle of brushing her hair, she heard the familiar tunes of one of her favorite songs come up. Sara instantly turned up the volume and turned her brush into a microphone. Her body instantly moved to the beats of the song and as she was dancing towards her bedroom, the lyrics were loudly sung into her brush:
My mama said, "You can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait"
She said, "Love don't come easy,
But it's a game of give and take"
"Good song."
An involuntarily shriek left Sara's body the same time her heart decided to skip a beat, or two.