I woke up early on Monday morning. This was it, this is the day. The first day in my new apartment.
It was scary. I had moved out of my parent’s home in New Haven the day before so i could move into my new apartment in Astoria, Queens. I had had just got an internship at NY Presbyterian Hospital with my best friend Adelaide. We were studying Meds together at Yale and we had now both got a place at NYPH. We started tomorrow.
“Nai, Nai! Hey, get up, quick, come on!” Adelaide yelled from the kitchen.
“What is it?” I groaned at her, I surely nothing could be that important at ten to seven in the morning. I crawled out of my bed and made my way into the kitchen Adelaide was staring, face pressed up to the window.
“What are you looking at?” I groaned at her again as I padded towards the window rubbing the smeared mascara off my face.
“Isn’t that not the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?” whispered Adelaide.
“Isn’t what the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” I said as I scanned the street below for something worth getting out of bed for.
“Oh my lord, that Naomi, that!” She pointed across the road to the window opposite. A man was in his apartment doing pull ups on a bar attached to the door frame. He was tanned and muscular, no older than 25. He was naked.
“Oh, erm, wow” Were the only words I could muster. He was gorgeous; I had never seen a naked man before unless you could count my little brother when he was a baby. I turned around shyly and went to look in the refrigerator for some juice.
“Oh I forgot you don’t like men do you” Adelaide scowled at me.
“You make me sound like a lesbian! I would love to have a boyfriend.” I said, pretending to be fascinated by the fridge, trying to get rid of my burning cheeks. “The only problem is, they don’t like me”
“No, you never have had much luck in that department have you” Adelaide laughed, still gazing out of the window at the specimen. Adelaide was always the one that the guys loved, it was easy for her.
“Shut up” I said to her throwing a banana at the back of her head.
“You never know girl, this is after all, the city of love”
“That’s Paris” I mumbled to her through a mouth full of muffin.
“Well, now it’s New York! Oh, he’s gone.” The end of the sentence had a sadness to it. It made me smile.
Mr Over-the-street was gone and Adelaide’s trance was lifted.