i’m worth it
fresh air was good, it was normal -- mundane but needed. it’s soft and short-lived as the cigarette left burning at her fingertips smothers the fresh air and turns it black, gray and white -- erasing clear crystals in favor of an intoxication that’s smoky and heavenly sent. she stands by herself, left feet away from a consistent crowd of people walking in and out, left and right, going about their day as jinhee did so, too. she ignores the diligent beeping of her cell phone, the device nestled in silk and hidden in the depths of a pristine chanel quilt.
she waits silently, patience written across a nonchalant facade. she’s all high heels and short skirts, leather exterior and pale skin, the slightest sprawl of a smile a lingering notion against pale pink lips. make up left to the minimum, a rare occurrence in her schedule, a soft shadow and a creamy blush -- approachable not desirable. she wasn’t meeting a client but a protégée; a fledgling she was to take under her wing, moreso because jinhee pitied the girl rather than the cliched motion that she was feeling something from the depths of a heart so black and cold. no, jinhee wasn’t that nice but who said she needed to be nice in order to cut a few inches from a hem and pairing it with a thousand dollar heels. no, that wasn’t nice -- it was common fashionable courtesy.
time ticks and minutes go, her patience is kept and smoothed across features that are left unbothered yet the cigarette falls from her fingers and her phone surfaces; it’s dialed and left to ring. her tongue clicks as her call is connected and a voice echoes in her ears. “are you here yet?” her drawl is bored but the smile she dons is sweet, sickly so, and the enthusiasm she feels curls her toes is unheard of; but definitely anticipated.