For a few seconds, he couldn't quite believe his eyes. He wasn't sure what to think. What kind of woman invites someone she barely knows into her home? But now he was curious to know the answer to that.
That evening, after almost going bald form tugging at his hair with frustration, he took a deep breath, walked out the door, and headed straight for her place, which was about 10 blocks from his own studio. When he finally reached her apartment building, he stood outside for about five minutes. He was just about ready to turn around and go back when he heard to door click open. His heart nearly flew out of his mouth. A couple, obviously going out for the evening, walked past him, chattering and laughing about someone named Jill and her supervisor or something. They hardly noticed him standing there. He finally opened the door himself, and walked into the area where the mailboxes and buzzers where. He reached up and pressed number 14. About five seconds later, he heard a buzz and a click, and the door in front of him shifted a bit. He grabbed the brass knob and pushed the door open. After taking the elevator to the third floor, he stopped, tried to compose himself, and walked up to door number 14. Before he had even lifted his hand up to knock, the door swung open. There stood Fabianna, in a loose fitting, plain white t-shirt, and a pair of dark blue, boot-cut jeans. Again, she was barefooted. She flashed an enchanting smile, and motioned him in. "Glad you could make it".
Aaron smiled, blushed a bit, and walked in. Fabianna walked over to the counter in the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses. She set them down on the coffee table that was in the middle of the living room, went back to the kitchen, opened a cabinet door, and fished out a bottle of Captain Morgan.
When she sat back down, Aaron was just sitting across from her, straight as a board, his hands on his knees.
"So, uh, nice place", he says.
"Thanks. Do you know what you're doing here?"