It has been a week since I last saw her. My inner being is starting to get disgruntled. Did she go to that length just to toy with me? My heart stops its dance in my chest whenever I think about the look she had on her face before she told me to leave. Those piercing eyes.
My thoughts get interrupted momentarily by my co-worker who hands me some files. I pass a mirror at work, noticing the dark circles which have formed under my eyes. To get my mind off of her I've been taking overtime. My blood flames up and I slam my paperwork onto my desk. I hate her. Luckily my co-workers are out to lunch. I make up my mind and decide that I shouldn't take the overtime today.
On my way out of the building I hear my name called.
"Tony!" I look over and see my friend, Kyle, who gives me a goofy smile as always. "What's been up bud? You look gloomy as hell!" I shrug my shoulders and do my best to attempt a smirk. I take a moment before answering him, "Nothing much, I've been working a lot."
Kyle's eyes light up and I immediately know he's got something planned. He's been my friend for the longest time. We even used to play baseball together in high school. "Friday after work meet up with me at my place. There's this party that I got invited to. A bunch of people will be there."
I nod. "Sounds good."
We say our goodbyes and I get to my car.
Taking a shaky breath, I lean my head back in the car seat. The tense fabric hits the back of my throbbing head like a cement brick, but I'm so sleep deprived that I don't even mind it. I slap my face a few times to wake myself up for the short drive home.
I arrive at my apartment. The middle-class modern style is way different than Madam Red's mansion.. How could she be happy with someone like me?
It's currently Wednesday, which means I have plenty of preparation time before the party. Hopefully, I'll be able to enjoy myself..
The image of her red hair swaying as she strode out of the bar with me enters my mind.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and shrug down onto my sofa. I close my eyes and loosen my tie, unbuttoning my collar some.
This is ridiculous.
I prepare a hefty meal for myself, lift some weights, shower, and then find myself waking up on my sofa with a commercial on the television blaring.
Reaching up, I realize my hair is still damp. After tossing my dark locks of hair around with a few strokes I get up to stretch.
Turning off the television, I make my way to my room bumping into what little I decorated my small hall with.
Sorry for such a short and unproductive update. My winter break has been rough, but I found some time to do at least a little something. This is just a buffer so that we can get to know just how "normal" dear Tony is. Exploring the character's reality. I plan to make this story more romantic-I just have to figure out how I want to go about it.