Chapter 2-
As the plane landed on to the tarmac stretch, the flood lights glistened through the black sky. The wave of warm night air hit me and I felt pleasant feeling such warmth so early on in the year. As I stepped into the airport there was a very smiley girl waving to me holding a sign with "Delphine Cormier xoxo" written on it. She had long, wavy auburn hair and bright green eyes. Her smile was warm and friendly with a set of perfectly straight pearly teeth. Her barley tanned skin was dotted with freckles. If I was being crude I would describe her clothing as hippie like. The brightly patterned flowing skirt, scarfs and many bangles.
I returned the smile as I made my way through the crowds. I wasn't usually the hugging type but she pulled me in to a warm embrace. At least she's friendly, I thought.
"It's so great to meet you at last!" Her chirpy American accent broke through.
"Likewise" I reciprocated with a small smile.
"So, shall we make our way back to mine? I can show you where your staying! You'll love Sanfran!" She gabbled on.
As we travelled through the lit up streets it reminded me very much of the prints of America from above you would see in the louvre. That made me feel a bit more homely in this gigantic city.
"And just over there is the Golden Gates bridge" she pointed casually.
I propped myself up a little to take in the veiw. The magnificent feat of engineering loomed over the black water below. It was beautiful to say the least.
"C'est magnifique" I whispered.
"Oh that is just adorable!" Kirsten exclaimed " I just love the French accent!"
"Mm hmm" I nodded not really concentrating as I took in my surroundings.
" Well here we are" we pulled up to an old fashioned block of flats. There was some music drifting out of a window and a silhouette swaying in the light.
"My flat mate must be home" she smiled to herself as she took my bags out of the car.
I stepped into the flat and a warm smell of spices hit me. Lamps lit up the deep purple walls giving a warm glow. Rugs and cushions scattered the floors, sofas and arm chairs. There were fairy lights strung up around the room. The open plan living room flowed into the small kitchen. There seemed to be a heavy abundance of Aztec prints. There were three bookshelves in that one room all crammed. I quickly glance over the books, Science! I smiled to myself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
I looked to the corner of the room where I saw the dancing woman whose silhouette I must have seen outside. The first thing that struck me was her black hair which was dreaded and swayed with her to the music. As she turned around I saw that her eyes were surrounded by thick black eyeliner. Her hazel eyes had a twinkle in them which suggested, much like a naughty child, she was up to no good. Her black nose ring matched her eye makeup. Considering Kirsten and her flat mate both lived in America they were both quite pale. The dancing woman wore black tight leggings and a flowing burgundy top. Her arms draped bangles and on her fingers were several rings. She was swaying, looking free, to the music playing out of the retro record player.
She swivelled around mid-sway and stopped.
"Hi there!" She grinned " or should I say bonjour" she winked at me.
I blushed.
"I'm Cosima".