A New Potential Lover

I wear my best comfortable clothes for today because I want to represent myself not only as Dmitri’s guest but a respected feature writer of Manhattan Heights.

I wear red high-waist bell-bottom pants, and a sexy white bralette with a zigzag string pattern at the back, and I finish it up with a brown leather turtleneck cut-out long sleeve that only covers my neck, shoulder, and arms.

Lastly, I use gladiator black sandal heels. Then I bring my best weapon in feature writing, a polaroid camera, and a brooch pen recorder.

Dmitri arranges the schedule, and by ten in the morning, someone will pick me up from my room. Not even a second late, the doorbell rings at exactly ten in the morning.

Jeff’s face is the first thing I see upon opening the door. His eyes lavish in my wardrobe and get stuck a little bit on my face.

So I start with a jest, “Jeff, you may want to close your mouth, or else you can’t stop it from drooling.”

The woman beside her laughs at my joke, while Jeff turns red.

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