Strike | Lori & Benton
Lori was ready an extra hour before Benton was set to arrive. Her loose white t-shirt and tiny black skinny jeans didn't require the normal three hour prep session she'd use for work and other occasions. And just because she had to dress skimpily for work didn't mean she had to do so outside - she was perfectly fine with her skin covered or bare as long as it was her choice. She spent the remaining time prowling at her apartment windows, hoping her boyfriend wouldn't return early. Which proved a hard task, though excruciatingly exciting
The man didn't have a regular job. He was a trickster, much like Lori was in her teenage years, impulsive and maybe even obsessive. He could have easily come home, strolling through the front doors because he wanted to, or knew she was home and sneaked in to grab her from behind and scare her. But her was good at his job,maybe even better than Lori in the past year. Lori's impulsive cravings to be 'normal' had long gotten in the way of her large scheming - about ever since she started school in Berkeley. It was proving hard to not share vital information, like she lived and what her real name was. Even her job at night was proving hard to hide. Why did the real world have to be so... demanding?
Her forehead resting on the cool window in front of her, Lori recognized Benton's truck pulling up on the street. She grinned, jumping off the couch that she previously stood on and slung her brown leather satchel purse across her shoulder. She practically danced across the room, the bounce in her step proving how ebullient she was . The door slammed behind her and she quickly locked it before running off to Benton.
The San Francisco weather was cool today, not exceptionally cold but worthy of a coat. Lori, a lover of the winter, was more than willing to go without one. She pranced up to Benton, and letting her guard fall, she embraced him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stood slightly on her tiptoes, giving him a kiss on the lips. "I've been waiting to do that.."