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100% confident on the color.
Without any prompting they would play Raveena on their phone and they’d slowly press me close. A pseudo waltz transpires between our dining room and messy kitchen and we’re somewhere between kissing and laughing into the wee hours of the night.
“I really don’t think anyone’s home” Tink cautions.
I opened my eyes and looked at her.
“Yeah, you’re probably right” I conceded.
“I know, I want it too” Tink replied, reading right through me.
I looked around her car for a second, trying to scrounge for any idea, when it hit me.
“Let’s leave a note!” I exclaimed. “And say what?”
“We saw an ad online for the house and we’re interested if you’re still renting?”
“Ok! It couldn’t hurt right?” Tink rhetorically asked.
I dug out a pen from my bag and Tink tore the back page of a novel in her car. She wrote something succinct yet personable, signed and dated with our names and contact information. After our unanimous agreement on the contents we found an old envelope in her back seat, and she was off into the storm.
In fear of it getting wet, and us making even bigger asses out of ourselves by giving them an illegible letter, Tink stuck it under the mat and ran back into the driver’s seat.We laughed for the next four streets about our own stupidity before making our way to the next house.On the way to Lincoln Heights, I made a silent promise to myself that even if I didn’t live in Frogtown, even if not an inch of my velvet clad fantasy came true, I was still going to make this my Utopia. I would come here, no matter how tired or cold, and let my mind and body breathe.