The knocking on her seventh floor Sanctuary apartment door was just the interruption Dominique needed. She had to give up the parts in her hands but that was easy enough to do. With the turn of her wrists the pieces fell to the table below where she was currently crafting. Her hips pushed back and sent the office chair beneath her gliding backwards just enough that the petite shadow could stand up. Clad in a khaki wrap shorts and black tank she made her way to the door and opened it using care in how far she opened it. The place wasn’t exactly open for the eyes of strangers. The unit was a little hard to explain and she had no interest in trying to.
The elevator doors were shutting when Dominique slid through the small space to step out into the hall. She sighed and was about to turn to go back in when she nearly stepped on a package in the way of her bare feet. She picked it up and eyed the address. Her face scrunched up at the name and the apartment number clearly not being hers. She looked down the hall towards the direction it was supposed to go and found the length of open walking space empty. With a mumble of doing someone’s work for them she stepped back in and slipped on her matching khaki and black wrap sandals. If the person on the shipping label didn’t answer she would simply chase down the idiot who was doing a half *** job of delivering packages. She knew the type all too with her shop in Honeymead Market. At least once a week she was spending thirty minutes out of her night dropping off packages and envelopes that were erroneously left at Twisted Sister.
HOPE pulled the heavy apartment door to close behind her. A twist of her wrist confirmed it was locked. Once she was satisfied that she was leaving all behind the door secure she set out down the hallway to the correct apartment to deliver the medium size cardboard box in her hands. She approached to turn the minimal corner to knock at the door. She stepped in paying more attention to the label on the box instead of the space in front of her. When she finally looked up she found a cop standing and waiting. Much to her surprise the tall female looked quickly down at her while her warm brown eyes drifted slowly upward.
“You live here?” The officer was clearly not looking to make polite conversation.
“Uhmmm….” The dark haired mechanic and crafter stalled.
Dominique was not uncomfortable. Her healthy complexion, lack of fangs and mortal aura had a way of making it impossible to tell her apart from any other excessively inked female. That is as long as they didn’t set hands on her unusually cool skin. She had developed a knack for being able to avoid contact. She made it work every time so she was golden.
“Yes?” A slight uncertainty lingered in her response but not enough to register that she didn’t live there. Just that she sounded more confused as to why there was an officer at her door since she was such a law abiding citizen. “Is there a problem?”
“We had a complaint of noise coming from this unit.” The woman’s eyes shot to the door in front of them. “Any reason you have for disturbing the people below you?”
Dominique walked into a mess. She was not expecting that at all and now she was having to explain something that was not her doing because if she did not she would be lying to an officer about her identity. That would open up a whole other can of worms she didn't have the time or the interest to sort out. Well, so much for being a cool neighbor. She narrowed her eyes at the door and then looked to the woman in uniform.
“Sorry about that. I have a zumba class I teach and the arena was doing some work in that room so I had it here at the last minute. I promise it won’t happen again.” She smiled and tucked the box under her arm as she slid LESS into the left pocket of her shorts as if she was about to pull out a set of keys to the door she didn’t own.
“Zumba?” The woman’s voice was saying exactly what she didn’t want to hear. This was the last time she was going to wing it and be nice.
“Yes, Zumba.” Thankfully she knew what it was and proceeded to demonstrate rather enthusiastically the first few moves of the last workout she did before the officer finally shook her head. "That. It is great cardio work."
“I won’t be called back again for your zumba?” The black perfectly shined uniform shoes stepped back into the hall away from the apartment door.
“I promise.” Dominique shot HOPE up into the air as if she was willing to swear under oath to it.
“Have a good night.” The sound of the officer’s radio echoed a call for the Swansdale area and she double stepped it to the elevator.
Dominique waited for the doors to close on the lift and then turned around and curled up the fingers of her colorful right hand and began knocking on the door. Whoever this person was better be grateful and better be careful. She was being nice but was not above using the hands that held the package if she had to. As she waited she hummed the cool down song from the Zumba workout playlist she thought of starting up when she got back to the apartment. Eryka Badu’s smooth “Didn’t Cha Know” moved lightly through her lips as she rocked absentmindedly to the rhythm in her head.
The elevator doors were shutting when Dominique slid through the small space to step out into the hall. She sighed and was about to turn to go back in when she nearly stepped on a package in the way of her bare feet. She picked it up and eyed the address. Her face scrunched up at the name and the apartment number clearly not being hers. She looked down the hall towards the direction it was supposed to go and found the length of open walking space empty. With a mumble of doing someone’s work for them she stepped back in and slipped on her matching khaki and black wrap sandals. If the person on the shipping label didn’t answer she would simply chase down the idiot who was doing a half *** job of delivering packages. She knew the type all too with her shop in Honeymead Market. At least once a week she was spending thirty minutes out of her night dropping off packages and envelopes that were erroneously left at Twisted Sister.
HOPE pulled the heavy apartment door to close behind her. A twist of her wrist confirmed it was locked. Once she was satisfied that she was leaving all behind the door secure she set out down the hallway to the correct apartment to deliver the medium size cardboard box in her hands. She approached to turn the minimal corner to knock at the door. She stepped in paying more attention to the label on the box instead of the space in front of her. When she finally looked up she found a cop standing and waiting. Much to her surprise the tall female looked quickly down at her while her warm brown eyes drifted slowly upward.
“You live here?” The officer was clearly not looking to make polite conversation.
“Uhmmm….” The dark haired mechanic and crafter stalled.
Dominique was not uncomfortable. Her healthy complexion, lack of fangs and mortal aura had a way of making it impossible to tell her apart from any other excessively inked female. That is as long as they didn’t set hands on her unusually cool skin. She had developed a knack for being able to avoid contact. She made it work every time so she was golden.
“Yes?” A slight uncertainty lingered in her response but not enough to register that she didn’t live there. Just that she sounded more confused as to why there was an officer at her door since she was such a law abiding citizen. “Is there a problem?”
“We had a complaint of noise coming from this unit.” The woman’s eyes shot to the door in front of them. “Any reason you have for disturbing the people below you?”
Dominique walked into a mess. She was not expecting that at all and now she was having to explain something that was not her doing because if she did not she would be lying to an officer about her identity. That would open up a whole other can of worms she didn't have the time or the interest to sort out. Well, so much for being a cool neighbor. She narrowed her eyes at the door and then looked to the woman in uniform.
“Sorry about that. I have a zumba class I teach and the arena was doing some work in that room so I had it here at the last minute. I promise it won’t happen again.” She smiled and tucked the box under her arm as she slid LESS into the left pocket of her shorts as if she was about to pull out a set of keys to the door she didn’t own.
“Zumba?” The woman’s voice was saying exactly what she didn’t want to hear. This was the last time she was going to wing it and be nice.
“Yes, Zumba.” Thankfully she knew what it was and proceeded to demonstrate rather enthusiastically the first few moves of the last workout she did before the officer finally shook her head. "That. It is great cardio work."
“I won’t be called back again for your zumba?” The black perfectly shined uniform shoes stepped back into the hall away from the apartment door.
“I promise.” Dominique shot HOPE up into the air as if she was willing to swear under oath to it.
“Have a good night.” The sound of the officer’s radio echoed a call for the Swansdale area and she double stepped it to the elevator.
Dominique waited for the doors to close on the lift and then turned around and curled up the fingers of her colorful right hand and began knocking on the door. Whoever this person was better be grateful and better be careful. She was being nice but was not above using the hands that held the package if she had to. As she waited she hummed the cool down song from the Zumba workout playlist she thought of starting up when she got back to the apartment. Eryka Badu’s smooth “Didn’t Cha Know” moved lightly through her lips as she rocked absentmindedly to the rhythm in her head.
