Pulse and Petals

Evara

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I stepped into my cozy apartment, feeling the weight of the day's events slowly melting away. It had been a long one, filled with last-minute changes and unexpected challenges, but now I was finally home. The familiar scent of jasmin greeted me as I kicked off my shoes and let out a tired sigh.

Thinking back on the events of the past week brought a smile to my lips. The night out with Ira and Ritzie had been just what I needed after a hectic work schedule. We danced like nobody was watching in The vein, indulged in delicious food at Joe's Kitchen, and even made a spontaneous stop at Cookie Monster for some sweet treats.

But as we reached my apartment, Ira couldn't resist poking fun at me once again. "Evie, you're still the crazy plant lady, aren't you?" she teased, her laughter ringing through the air.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a plant enthusiast," I shot back, defending my growing collection of greenery.

Ritzie chimed in from the couch,"Yeah, but remember that time you got caught stealing plant cuttings from the neighbor's garden?" she teased, her laughter infectious.

I couldn't help but laugh along with them,"Okay, okay, maybe I got a little carried away," I admitted, shaking my head at the memory.

I flicked on the TV, the familiar sound of The Vampire Diaries intro filling the room as I disappeared into my bedroom to change out of my lehenga. But as I emerged, I was greeted with fits of laughter from Ira and Ritzie.

I raised an eyebrow, looking down at myself, I had only managed to swap out my lehenga skirt for a pair of blue PJ shorts. The lehenga blouse was still firmly in place.

Ira's laughter bubbled over as she pointed at me. "Evie, what happened to changing out of your lehenga?" she managed to gasp out between giggles.

I shrugged sheepishly, joining in their laughter.

Ritzie shook her head, still chuckling. "Ah, the infamous back hooks strike again," she declared dramatically. "No matter how independent we become, we always end up dependent on someone because of these damn hooks!"

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I rummaged through my drawer, pulling out a couple of my comfiest pairs of PJ shorts and tossing them to Ira and Ritzie. "Here, you guys can borrow these," I offered, already feeling the cozy vibes of our impromptu sleepover settling in.

With the three of us snuggled up on the couch, indulging in our favorite guilty pleasure TV show for what felt like the millionth time. The familiar scenes of supernatural drama unfolding on screen provided the perfect backdrop for our girls' night in.

As I dug into the tub of chocolate ice cream, I couldn't resist spilling the beans about the tall, handsome guy I had met at the club. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and I couldn't blame them. Why hadn't I mentioned him earlier?

I shrugged, offering them a sheepish smile. "I wanted to save it for our sleepover talk," I confessed, a mischievous glint in my eye. "You know, get into all the juicy details."

Ira rolled her eyes playfully, swatting my arm. "Typical Evie," she teased.

"Seriously, spill the tea, Evie," Ritzie chimed in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What was this guy like? Was he as dreamy as you make him sound?"

I grinned, at the memory of his face "Oh, he was definitely easy on the eyes," I admitted, recalling the way his green gaze had held mine for that brief moment outside the club. "And tall, like, really tall."

Ira waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Tall and dreamy? Sounds like a winning combo," she remarked, earning a playful shove from Ritzie.

"Did you get his number?" Ritzie asked eagerly, her gaze fixed on me expectantly.

"No, I didn't get his number," I confessed, feeling a twinge of regret at the missed opportunity. "I was too caught up in the moment."

Ira and Ritzie exchanged surprised glances, their playful expressions turning into mock disappointment. "Well, that's a bummer," Ritzie remarked, feigning disappointment. "We could've been planning your wedding by now."

I rolled my eyes, playfully swatting at her arm. "Oh, please," I retorted, trying to hide the warmth spreading through me at the thought of Alec. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I think I'm gonna stick to planning other people's weddings for now."

Now I'm sitting on my couch alone, my mind playing all the past week's events like a slideshow, spooning chocolate ice cream into my mouth, I couldn't shake the memory of the tall guy from the club. The silence of the room amplified the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind.

Would I ever see him again? It had been a week since that chance encounter, and despite my best efforts to push him out of my thoughts, he lingered like an unresolved melody.

I chuckled to myself, realizing how ridiculous it sounded to hope for another meeting in a city as vast as New York. Yet, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if fate had more in store for us.

With a sigh, I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling as I let my mind wander. Who was he? Where did he come from? Questions danced around my head, unanswered and elusive.