“Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours.” I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys.
“On a scale of one to ten, how much luxury does your life have to offer?”
Light footsteps occupied the almost empty parking lot outside of the nightclub; the occasional sound of cars passing by was heard in the background. The two women walked side by side, one of them wearing a fuzzy coat under a red velvet dress. The other person didn’t bother bringing her own; her office attire was more than enough to give her some warmth over the cold evening air.
Jurina, who was searching for her car keys in her mini bag, was taken back at the sudden question. But she regained her composure after a few seconds, so she could respond. “What’s with the curiosity of my personal life?”
Rena shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe your appearance in a fancy dress sparked up the question,” She glanced at her side to see Jurina rummaging her bag. “Found your keys yet?”
“Not yet. I swear, if they’re not in my bag, I’m going to flip the whole upside do-” Jurina cut her sentence when she spotted the object at the bottom of her bag. Smiling happily, she fished them out, not forgetting to zip her bag. “Found them.”
“So, no flipping the world upside down? Such a shame,” Rena grinned playfully, earning a slight push on the shoulder.
“Another insult from you, and I won’t bring you to my humble abode,” Jurina said, narrowing her eyes as a sign of threat but the gesture doesn’t seem to have any effect on the other girl.
“Oh, please. If I have ten dollars for every time a guy tried to persuade me to have some ‘hot coffee’ at their house, I would be rich by now,” Rena stated sarcastically. “Trust me. There are a ton of them.”
“I didn’t say I’m taking you to drink some coffee at my house, Rena,” Jurina smirked. “I was kindly inviting you to visit my house in hopes of getting to know you better than just another lonely being I met in a club late at night.”
Rena opened her mouth to make a comeback, but her mind blank as soon as she was about to speak out. She cursed in her mind, looking away from the girl with a blushing face. “Damn it…”
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