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The Curious Tale Of My Curiosity.
Chapter 7.
I sat on what I guessed to be one of the most comfiest couches known to man, I chewed on my lips, my hands running up and down my thighs, trying to rid my palms of the sweat clinging to it.
My heart pounded in my chest, thumping loudly as I tried to calm down. I was hyper aware of the rustling coming from what I gathered was his bedroom. His apartment was bigger than I had expected, but then again, he always managed to surpass everything I thought.
He stumbled back into the living room as I gazed around the room, taking in the simple decor, the walls and furniture bold and bright, with interest. Christmas decorations littered the room, and a tree stood in the corner wrapped in lights and ornaments.
"Nice place," I offered up, sending him a smile.
He smiled back. "My sisters decorated it," he explained. "You should see their rooms."
He once again surprises me with his admission. It wasn't often that a guy his age lived with his sisters, but then again, I didn't actually know how old he was...
"How old are you?" I asked.
He eyed me carefully for a second, twirling something long and small between his fingers. "Turned twenty-three this June," he admitted. "You?"
I nodded like that didn't freak me out. It wasn't that we had a large age gap, but compared to my twenty years he seemed so much more...cultured and sophisticated. He was most likely done with school, working and earning a living while I struggled to buy ramen noodles while trying to write a paper on a subject I didn't really give a shit about.
It was hard to be passionate about something that held little to no interest. It was the reason I wanted to drop out of school. I wanted to discover, create, and I couldn't do that anymore with my writing and reading.
Cooking had always been a creative outlet for me, and I had applied-without informing my father or mother-at the Seattle Institute of Art for their culinary course.
"Turned twenty this September."
He nodded, his head bobbing up and down before he flopped down on the couch next to me.
"So...you wanna do this?" he asked, holding up what looked a brown cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other.
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready."
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