in a matter of a week. I was still new and it made outings hard. I really only knew Lucas and I really didn’t know him. Hopefully this trip to the Summit would change that. I had to admit it was rather weird going from Tennessee to Colorado. The mountains were hypnotic, capped with white snow and ranging in colors. It was a dream or at least it seemed like one.
I had spent a ton of time with Lucas in the past week and it was weird because after the hell I had been through it was the last thing I needed. I honestly was still reeling from the fact that he had asked me out in the first place. He was a handsome guy and not in the American way. His locks hung in his face most of the time. Even when he pulled them into a messy bun on the top of his head they still found a way to escape. His eyes were like two emeralds with hints of blue blazing through the stark green, and his smile caused my heart to skip a beat every time he flashed it. It was hard to not stare, more importantly to make a conversation worth having when he was around. Lucas made me nervous and I was afraid that the butterflies that were hidden inside would try to escape. He made me feel something new, not fear or anxious reeling.
Friday had snuck up on me quicker than expected. I had shopped for a perfect outfit to wear to The Summit, based on what my only friend and neighbor had told me, it was not a dressy place. I decided to go with a sleek cream dress and some pastel floral heels, I’d found at a thrift store. Then there was my disarray of sandy brown curls that could never be tamed. My mom had passed her curls to me and I loved them, but they made it hard to tame them. I brushed them into a bun and then put on my glasses.
Lucas was to be here in ten minutes. The apartment was cleaned; though there was barely anything in it. I didn’t want to buy furniture until I knew I had a job. I tossed my backpack I the empty, guess room. And there was a knock at the door.