The room was dark and the air thick with the flames of desire “Who are you?” the husky words brushing the tender skin of her neck leaving goosebumps across her skin as her own words became stuck in her throat. She wanted so badly to tell him but nothing would come from her lips and before frustration could build anymore the blaring of her alarm pulled her back to the real world. Grumbling unhappily, she slaps the annoying clock before opening her eyes and hating this day already. The sky was grey from her window though from the inside she couldn’t tell if it was the smog or if rain were coming today, though it didn’t matter. Looking around her bedroom she sighs, it wasn’t much but it was hers. A small one-bedroom apartment and though her room was simple black and white, her living room held all her plants. Some she had saved others gifts from others or even her mother's orchid, shaking the last remnants of sleep from her mind she decided coffee was going to be needed today.
Moving to the kitchen she pulls a plastic spoon from the box, putting it in her mouth to hold it as she begins the normal routine of making coffee. For a moment she wondered why her mother had always insisted on plastic silverware but it had been something that seemed so important she had stuck to it in her own adult life, if only she had thought to ask. Sitting out a mug and placing the spoon into it, she waits for the coffee. Taking rounds of her plants whispering sweet complements and offering water to the ones whom needed it most. The sweet thick scent of coffee filled that air erasing the trouble from her dream and easing the call to return to sleep.
Returning to the kitchen she makes the perfect cup of joe, sipping it and enjoying the way it heated her soul. Sitting in the small chair she had nestled in the corner of her plants she sighed contently enjoying the moment of peace she had found in the comfort of her own space.
She had spent most of her morning reading in her chair, at least until the clock warned her it was time to get ready for work. Pulling her from comfortable back to the annoyance of a Monday, pulling off her pj's and tugging up skinny blue jeans that hugged her hips tight enough to not slip down during the workday, and a loose-fitting soft blue button-up she let the ends hang freely as she sat to brush and braid her golden hair, pausing as the color began to fade to blue and sighing softly before finishing and tying off the end. Putting on black steel toe boots and lacing them up quickly as she glances at the clock to realize she needed to go. Rushing out the door, slamming it as she left.
“Your late.” Complained Sara as she walked into the door of the small and probably only plant nursery in the city. People didn’t care about plants as she did, but her boss at least enjoyed them enough to keep growing them and when she had seen what Faith could do with a plant that lost its will to live, she offered her a job on the spot. She didn’t offer an excuse instead went about her day and the things she knew needed to be done most. Plants needed to be watered, and a few needed to be rotated to the sun. a few needed new soils, all in all, it was going to be a very busy day.
The day didn’t disappoint and even Sara could see it as faith sat back and exhaled like her lungs had held her breath all day. “ I think we should go get a drink its been a long day.” Faith knew Sara wouldn’t take no for answer as she had already started talking about some bar a friend told her about. It was something she had tried to get out of before and over time learned it was easier to just agree, for a moment she let the older women rattle on watching her with cool blue eyes that seemed so distant today. It wasn’t until a tug on her wrist brought her back “Oh, I have an outfit for you!!” Sara was excited and all of the sudden faith felt dread, three times the women had used her like a doll to play dress up, and apparently today was no different.
The lump in her throat was back and this time it was 100% nerves, the woman had given her an outfit that screamed eat me to the general male public. The tank top was a dark blue satin that hugged her chest exposing just enough skin to fill the chill of the air, she had refused the skirt claiming it shows the way to much and Sara had finally agreed she could wear her jeans if she wore the shoes. So here she was facing a pair of knee-high black boots with a two-inch heel. She hated heels and almost considered the skirt but death by fall would be better than death by cold. Zipping up the boots and cursing to herself, as she walked from the bathroom rolling her eyes as Sara began to get overly excited.
They had taken a cab to the bar, The king's court was a weird name for a place but she didn’t actually have control over this said mission, and as if to prove that she was already being tugged out of the cab into the door.
It wasn’t like a club with people packed in but it wasn’t empty either, people sat drinking and chattering among each other. A few cast glances at her as they entered but she knew most of the time it was all in her head. She thought she blended in pretty well with the general public, even if she wasn’t exactly very social. They went to the bar and sat “You’ve barely spoken today, where are you?” Sara asked and faith had a pinch of awe at the women’s worry “I’m ok, I’m just tired too.” She smiled softly and chuckled making the older women relax a little “You have such a lovely smile.” She commented but at that point, her knew it was about to be a lecture on how she needed to smile more and try and find herself a man. This was the pattern. Kidnapped, taken to the bar, lectured about not being social, three drinks in she was certain Sara would start picking a man for her. Though she normally was able to duck out by drink two and she was already thinking of her own great escape.