City Lounge: New York (Book One, Chapter Five: Writer and Soldier)

Chapter Five: Writer and Soldier:

-Hell’s Kitchen, Summer 2012-

Izzie doesn’t party. Her best friend, Aaron, insisted that she come out to Hell ‘s Kitchen for a friend’s house party that night.

“You need to get out more,” he told her. She froze at her computer.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because you just do.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions!  We’re going out tonight!” Aaron grabbed Izzie by the arm and dragged her out the door. His old friend frowned as they rode the subway to Hell’s Kitchen. He nudged her in the ribs.

“Come on,” he said. “Crack a smile.” Izzie smiled, but then frowned as she looked out the window. Aaron shrugged his shoulders.

“Right…” he muttered.

Aaron dragged Izzie by the arm further down the street. She started to try and fight him off.

“Let me go!” she hissed, snatching her arm away. She stood, panting.

“Come on,” Aaron said. “This will be fun. All you do is sit around in that apartment all day. I just figured that you would want to get out for once in a while.”

“Well, I don’t.”

He folded his arms across his chest. “Well, too bad. You’re out here now. Suck it up.” Izzie flipped him off and walked ahead of him.

“You don’t have to be a bitch about,” Aaron murmured under his breath. He followed behind.

At the party, Aaron talked to his work friends around the friend’s house while Izzie sat in the corner with her drink. She frowned as she looked at the people dancing and socializing. Why was she even here? Izzie didn’t party. She didn’t go out of the weekends. Aaron knew this and still dragged her out here anyway. The writer looked down at her drink. Maybe she could leave and no one would notice…

Izzie looked around with her cheeks puffed up. Nobody’s going to notice that she’s MIA, right? This should be fine. Aaron’s too busy flirting around with another guy near the kitchen. Izzie clutched her cup in her hand. Okay, time to move. She stood up and moved to the glass back doors. One push open and Izzie was out the door.

But then, it’s funny how plans change when least expected.

Izzie froze when she saw a tall man talking on a cell phone. His light brown curly hair looked great under the streetlight. The black t-shirt seemed to hug his upper torso. He has his back to her as talked on the phone. That didn’t stop Izzie from staring at the muscles in his arms and back. She began to pick what his face would look like.

It was starting again. Izzie bit her lower lip as she giggled to herself. She quickly covered her mouth as her eyes darted back and forth. The author’s last relationship had ended in a disaster. Aaron had been pushing her to find someone new.

“I’m not that interested,” Izzie told him. That might have to change…

Izzie straighted up her white blouse and black jeans. She walked up to the man on the phone. The woman had come so close when her target turned around. His blue eyes made her freeze. The man lowered his phone.

“Yes?” he asked. Izzie rubbed the back of her head.

“Lame party, huh?” she asked. The man shrugged.

“It’s not too bad,” he said. “I’d rather be home, though.”

Izzie’s face lit up. “Really?” She stuck out her hand to the fine-looking man. “I’m Izabella, but I would prefer to be called Izzie.”

“Kris,” the man said.

“So, what are you doing at a lame party anyway? Did you get dragged her by a friend?”

“You can say that.”

“Same here. Look, I know this is sudden, but do you want to get out of here? We could just make up some excuse to our friends and just leave.”

Kris raised an eyebrow at her. “And where would we go?”

“Anywhere but this crappy party.”

“Okay.”

“Nice.”

——–

Three years later, they are still together.

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