Voicemail left the next day...
Connie's voice is bright, her accent solidly controlled as the message begins...
"Nyra, it's Connie.
I found you on my mind quite a bit last night and today and was a bit distracted at work for a while, so I figured I'd give a ring and tell you that I had a great night last night.
I have a meeting with the contractors after my shift today, so I'll probly see you at home at some point. Want to do something tomorrow? I probly want to hit the mall one more time before officially moving in, if you'd care to join me. Let me know. It's uh... twelve thirty. Talk to you soon, dearie."
Connie closed her phone and put it back in her purse, then perused her work email - something she hadn't done since she came in - and found the office memo...
CEO of Duibne Industries Marthinus T. Steyn collasped, cause believed to be stress related. He stayed overnight at a local hospital and is expected to fully recover.
Arching a brow as she read it, she realized she'd never met the man whom everyone seemed to look up to, as almost a father figure, more than The Big Boss.
By the end of the day, she realized she was extremely bored; four thirty came along too slowly when her next destination was Nyra.
She pulled herself out of bed, yanked off the sheets and pushed them into the small stacked washer/dryer combo hidden behind a kitchen cupboard door. There was a faint BEEP noise.
Frowning and not completely awake yet, Nyra poured herself a glass of Apple Juice and ate a plum, standing at the sink. As she was drying her hands, another BEEP. More awake, she rummaged around searching for the beeping thing. Her cell phone in her purse BEEPed again as she grabbed at it.
Listening to the voice mail made her smile. She returned the call "Hi Connie, just Nyra returning your call. I also had a wonderful time last night. I spent the entire evening painting, though I dont know if I should can bare to show them to anyone yet."
"I would love to accompany you to the mall whenever you are available. Just let me know when! Hoping to talk to you soon, Bye."
Looking at the clock made her realize she had slept all day. Her paintings needed to be checked over and possibly sealed, she needed to shower, needed to put new sheets on the futon and make something more substantial to eat. Deciding the shower was the most important she went to get clean.
Progress was exellent, she was told; the cable company was due tomorrow, the curtains and blinds system was done, the skylight would be delivered and installed tomorrow, and everything else was finished. Even her bed had been delivered; now all she needed was sheets and a nice quilt.
The head contractor offered to go with her back to the loft to see the progress, and Connie agreed. She drove in her car; he took his truck. The ride was much shorter than her commute to the meeting. She didn't think she'd ever appreciated the extreme lack of drivers so late at night as much as she did when stuck in traffic.
The framework to be installed around the skylight was rested against the wall between the two loft apartments as Connie mounted the stairs. "Metallic blinds, right, not a single piece?"
"That's right, ma'am. Fully adjustable, lifetime warranty." Connie couldn't help but grin. She expected her lifetime to be quite extended...
She left the door open - she hadn't seen any activity in Nyra's apartment, but then the gir... woman, had probably slept late - as she inspected the residence.
She soaped up, trying to get rid of the turpentine smell. She wanted to put sealant on the paintings and hide them before Connie got to the lofts and chanced to see them. The bathroom was steamy and all the blocks enclosing it slick with condensation by the time she was out and drying off.
She was pulling on a patchwork dress with cap sleeves when she heard commotion on the stairs. That must be the contractors, she thought. Deciding it was now or never, she snatched her only other set of sheets and made the futon up quickly.
Connie leaned against the kitchen island. She'd asked for a similar kitchen to the one in Nyra's apartment (actually at the time she'd found out they'd designed the adjoining loft, she asked for "after" pictures and requested a few minor changes, before she'd even met Nyra), but with light oak table- and countertops and a black brushed steel fridge.
The bathroom was the very last thing to be finished, and that would be taken care of the next day.
As Connie spoke back and forth with the contractor, she kept sneaking glances at the door, hoping Nyra might pop over.
She waved her hand wildly about in hopes of clearing it out before anyone noticed. Of course it was a thick cemical smell that made your lungs heavy feeling, someone was bound to notice if it didnt dissapate soon.
Quickly spraying the other two, lightly, did not detract from the air 'quality' either. She kept an eye on them as she straightened and cleaned up last nights painting frenzy. Hopefully she could face them to the wall before Connie saw them.
"I've talked yer ear off enough," she said, grinning bashfully. "Don't get many visitors with my hours. You and yer guys've done a great job, and it's muchly appreciated."
She escorted the man back to the stairs and was hit by the almost overpowering smell of chemicals - ones she recognized to be similar to the sealant scent from Nyra's paintings. She was tempted to peek inside, but decided to walk the contractor to the door. She shook his hand as she opened the door for him and told him that she'd be working early again tomorrow so the men could finish their work.
She returned slowly up the stairs, taking in the minor changes to the skylight, where the retractable blinds were going to be attached, and paused outside Nyra's open door. Chemical scent still abounded, but it didn't bother her much, so she knocked, hard enough to be heard.
She finished it neatly, put the cap back on the sealant and ploped it back down inside its box. She waved the rag around a bit in hopes of clearing the air. With a ruefull glance at Connie she smiled and shrugged.
"Did I mention that toxic fumes is part of creating?"
She sat Nyra down on the edge of the bed... A tall four-poster with no canopy (yet), intricately carved posts and a low headboard stood in the corner of the windows with just enough clearance around it to walk. Connie raised a hand gently to Nyra's face, then through her hair. "Get attacked by a paintbrush, hmm?" Joking and smiling, she couldn't help but notice the interesting dichotomy of fresh clean showered and protective petro or acrylo-chemical aerosols. It was refreshing, and a bit arousing; much like the scent of sterility carried by a doctor she once dallied with. He was a distant memory, though, compared to the beauty before her.
"I think somehow it all got out of hand. I should not have tried to seal them after all that steam from my shower was saturating the loft. But I wanted to finish them so I could hide them from you." Blushing brightly at the comment slipping out. "Not that I want to keep anything from you, I just didnt think it was the right time to show them to anyone yet."
She wanted to hide her face in her towel. She was going to need the jaws of life to pry her foot from her mouth if she didnt shut up soon. Finally deciding to pretend nothing was amiss she smiled at Connie. "Hi, its good to see you again! I couldnt sleep last night for thinking of your kisses."
Connie looked around and grinned. "I hope you don't mind I've gotten you in bed so soon, but the chairs, stools, and sofa's not to be delivered til Saturday. And when we hit the mall, I need to get sheets and a quilt."
"Since your place is in need of the mall, and mine is being fumigated, how about we head out? If you wouldnt mind me following you around a crowded mall that is."
Ramblemuch, Connie?
Taking a deep breath to clear her mind. "Let me just close up my place and I am all yours for the evening."
Blushing she glossed over that opening quickly. "I wonder if anywhere in Nachton has good mexican food. If you enjoy the cuisine of course."
Somehow she was able to stand, lead Connie by the hand back to her place, inside and deposit her at the bathroom door. Unfortunately the door was only opaque by the vertical ridges in the glass. She swiftly turned away from the bathroom and tried to concentrate on something else.
She organized her paints, stacked paintings for shipping, and cleaned out the fridge. Finally she could stand it no more and got out a sketch book. Flinging herself down into a bean bag chair she drew.
She reentered the main loft and quietly stood over Nyra, bewitched by the confidence her hands displayed, awed by the power of her mind and its creative abilities. "I could stand here all night, watching her..." She squatted down and leaned over her, not too close to startle, but close enough to hear her breathe, smell her clean-chemical scent, and still be able to watch the "show."
"Lets get going so your place feels like a home!" And before she noticed the paintings or asked about the sketch.
She flipped the book closed so quickly, Connie guessed that she was a bit self-conscious about creating, or at least, being watched while creating.
"I'm sorry, I was admirin' yer working so hard, you had the makin's of a great piece... I didn't want to disturb you."
Connie made a decision. "We could stay in tonight, if yer in a creatin' frame o' mind. Most of the chemical cloud's gone..."
She knew the cloud was the least of Nyra's worries, but maybe if she could ease her friend into realizing it was "okay" to be creative...
"Sorry I sometimes get involved in my art. Really, I can art around anytime."
Raven hair bounced as she nodded her thanks to Nyra on her way towards the door; she reached out and gently pinched her bottom, saying, "When I pose for you, I wouldn't mind you bein' involved in yer art then, same as I'm not mindin' it now. I appreciate and admire the creative mind, and wish my own worked more that way sometimes."
With a wink, she walked down the stairs with Nyra, then held the door for her as they moved to the car.
(( Connie and Nyra out, continued in Exploring the Mall and Possibilities ))