The old wooden staircase, the black bricks in the wall and the large plants on the sides of the stairs, all gave her the chills when she first entered the building. Her body felt heavy, as if wrapped in layers of questions and blank spaces she couldn’t shed for she knew she’d find them again at the top of the staircase. The questions, wearing his perfume, and the blank spaces, hers.
“Are you trying to figure me out as we speak?” he laughed on their first date.
He was tall, had short brown hair and green eyes, intelligent eyes, the kind that were hard to read because they were always happy. But his laughter was the first of all things that she would grow to love about him.
“Not at all! I’d love to know some things about you, but only the things that you want to put on the table. What you decide it’s relevant about you is probably the most relevant of all,” she said with a smile that would become the first things he would grow to love about her.
By the time she found herself running up the stairs, she’d had her inner lights flashing up for days. They’d spent hundreds of hours in my head, being amazing. If only he could log in and watch.
When she got to the top floor she caught her breath for a moment, then knocked heavily on his door. What was she thinking? She wasn’t. She didn’t need to. When she trusted her senses, she became a lighthouse for herself. She just had to follow that.
“Hello,” she smiled softly, swinging her leg. “I’ve been missing you a little.”
From the outside looking in, it was just another brightly lit room. Behind its closed windows, two silhouettes were having a good time. But on the inside, little fires were starting everywhere. His heart was racing. Hers was thunderous by nature, but stopped the storm to catch her breath in between words.