/lit/ - Literature

The intercom rang and he pressed the button to unlock the door on the street and he opened the front door to his fourth floor apartment. There was no elevator and the stairwell was very old and dusty, and 90 seconds later, Yana was trudging up the stairs in a rather unfashionable black dress with a print of a galaxy on it. She smiled as she came up the final steps, and said hello as she walked in the door. Jake said nothing, only hugged her, his arms wrapped around her thin waist, just above her feminine hips and rear. He felt the soft skin of her thin arms brush against his. Her shampoo (or maybe it was perfume) smelled like heaven. She bent down limberly and slid her foot first out of one show, then the other. She set her purse down on the coat rack. Come into the living room, he asked her.

She followe, then walked past him into the large living room, as he stopped, turned around, and locked the door behind him. He slid the key into the pocket of his trousers, specially chosen for the occasion, as they fit tightly against his thighs, and it would be almost impossible for anyone to filch the keys from his pocket, even with his consent. Now the three of them would be able to have a conversation and reach a resolution, without anyone stomping out prematurely due to some momentary misfiring of emotion.

The room was long, two couches sat facing each other. Sveta had been sitting on one of them, reading something on her phone, but hearing voices, she stood, and she now sat on the armrest, facing Jake and Yana. Yana saw Sveta just as she heard the echo of the tall door shutting, and by the time she understood something was not right, the key had already been turned. She stood in the middle of the room, her hand bracing her resting on a table next to her, one arm reaching across her body, crossed tightly against her chest, her hand clasping the upper part of her opposite arm.

Jake was nervous. They were all nervous. Jake was the only one who understood why there were all here, but even he had no idea what would come next. There was no script for this situation. Sveta didn’t understand who was this very pale, thin girl with shoulder length black hair. And Yana did not know who was this blonde girl, wearing a little white dress with red flowers, with large blue eyes, larger breasts, and a concave nose.