@electricfelix ——
she’d always been in the chronic habit of neglecting to check the weather. it was a practice that, more often than not, resulted in a certain lack of preparedness when it came to her attire – on sunny days, she’d be stuck in a sweater because it was the look she’d settled on; on rainy days she’d be underdressed, wearing heels with little to no traction on the slick pavements, and holding a feeble hand over her head as if that did anything at all to protect her hair. ergo, it was ironic, really, that on a day she now planned to spend inside, she’d caught weezie giving the forecast on television. it was with quiet reverence that she did, coffee mug held close against her lower lip & hand briefly forgetting the eyeliner she’d put on thirty minutes before, as it reached up to rub a remnant of sleep from her eye, smudging the careful lines a bit. albeit, total coherency was futile and lacking before she’d properly awakened.
just as weezie spoke of the rain, stevie vaguely registered the dull patter of it on the windows, lulling and consistent. a quick glance around told her that she should’ve tidied up a bit more than she had: after finally doing the dishes the night before, she’d put a few more mugs and various wineglasses in the sink, a dirty plate from her bedroom, and moved the previous night’s work from the dining table to her bed before giving up altogether. there’d been enough to set up as it was, what with felix coming over… any minute now.
it wasn’t that they were late – it was likely just that stephanie had gotten up too early, and now time passed interminably. one cup of coffee, then two, then she made more because that’d been the last of what roslyn left that morning. the curtains had been thrown open, and she’d paced round the sofa; even sprawled across it, to imagine what it’d feel like to be in a subject’s position. weird, was what it was— and there wasn’t even anyone in the room. scrutiny felt strange upon her body, even only imagined, and gentle observations were undoubtedly what stevie had always preferred. in a moment of sheer curiosity, she untied the knot of her robe (rosy pink, velvet, with wide sleeves and a hem that swept the floor as she walked – elegant and outdated, and a steal at a thrift store in new york) to feel the air – to truly establish what felix would be in… any minute now.
but then, she had to scramble, the sound of the buzzer nearly making her jump out of her skin. her robe was knotted around her waist hastily once more, mid-run to the door to buzz felix in over the intercom. or, at least, who she assumed was felix. occasionally it’d be a stranger, just pressing numbers and hoping someone in the building was home to let them in.
❛ hey, felix? you can come on up and inside. have fun on the stairs.
stevie hoped the smile in her voice conveyed itself, as she left the door unlocked to rush up to her room & grab an extra robe for her company, unsure if they’d want it or not.