Eden almost choked. It was from shock. Shock from their intercom going off, loud, obnoxious, as they took a second gulp of water to make sure the pills had gone down, and shock that someone had buzzed their intercom.
Who would be buzzing? They never had visitors.
Eden’s mother would’ve called before visiting. Definitely. At least a week before she came. Like an RSVP. Eden figured it was probably a delivery guy buzzing the wrong room, but it buzzed again. Someone was buzzing them. A visitor.
They moved like a starting pistol had gone off. Eden saw a pair of shorts by the bathroom door—they pulled them on. A sweater by the door. Eden pulled it on over their tank and went down to see who was buzzing.
Eden pulled the sweater together and pushed the door open. “Oh.”
“Hey, De—Eden.”
“Taylor.”
Taylor. Taylor smiling with her dimples and her smudge nose, dressed as nice as she always was.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Taylor said, “Sorry, I didn’t call--”
“No, it’s fine.” Better than fine. “I’m not busy, just not—not really dressed for visitors.”
Taylor gave a little laugh. “Well, it just means you’re perfectly dressed to hang out in your apartment. For us to hang out in your apartment.”
“Oh,” Eden says, “oh, yeah.” They move aside and Taylor comes in.
Eden had made the first move—sending Taylor the seeds as a birthday gift—and now Taylor had moved. Things were moving.
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Buzz
Date: 2020-06-18 04:01 am (UTC)Who would be buzzing? They never had visitors.
Eden’s mother would’ve called before visiting. Definitely. At least a week before she came. Like an RSVP. Eden figured it was probably a delivery guy buzzing the wrong room, but it buzzed again. Someone was buzzing them. A visitor.
They moved like a starting pistol had gone off. Eden saw a pair of shorts by the bathroom door—they pulled them on. A sweater by the door. Eden pulled it on over their tank and went down to see who was buzzing.
Eden pulled the sweater together and pushed the door open. “Oh.”
“Hey, De—Eden.”
“Taylor.”
Taylor. Taylor smiling with her dimples and her smudge nose, dressed as nice as she always was.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Taylor said, “Sorry, I didn’t call--”
“No, it’s fine.” Better than fine. “I’m not busy, just not—not really dressed for visitors.”
Taylor gave a little laugh. “Well, it just means you’re perfectly dressed to hang out in your apartment. For us to hang out in your apartment.”
“Oh,” Eden says, “oh, yeah.” They move aside and Taylor comes in.
Eden had made the first move—sending Taylor the seeds as a birthday gift—and now Taylor had moved. Things were moving.