It is past dusk in The Windy City that is Chicago with the stars shining ever bright in the sky while the city remains alive in its nightly activities. It is a city full of life in its various forms of performing arts, making it a place that one has to behold in their life, at least once.
In this great city, a melodic tune can be heard from within the comforts of a home in a most luxurious apartment complex. This tune comes from a young woman playing her guitar with light strokes of her fingers in peaceful bliss while wearing a smile as she sits cross-legged on the couch in her spacious living room.
This woman possesses a natural beauty that is something to neither exaggerate nor claim as average. She has an oval-shaped face with pale complexion and high cheekbones. She has a slender body and beautiful light-blonde hair that cascades a few inches past her shoulders in wavy locks; bangs of her hair are swept to the side over her forehead. A soft dusting of freckles runs under her almond-shaped, pale jade-green eyes to over the bridge of her nose and she has soft, pink lips.
She plays her guitar as she hums a song that causes her to smile brightly, showing off her white teeth. She’s wearing her usual clothing, which is a white, long-length, tank top with a cream, draped, open-front cardigan with long sleeves. She also wears light gray cropped leggings. To match her outfit, she wears cream, cardy ugg boots.
Just as she picks up the pace of the tune, her phone rings, causing her to groan in annoyance at her music being interrupted.
She places her guitar to her side on the couch and leans forward to pick up her phone from the coffee table in front of her before leaning back with a huff in annoyance, not caring to check who is calling her. “Hello?” she asks in her low-pitched, husky voice while holding her phone to her ear.
“There she is,” an accented voice says from the other line, causing her to roll her eyes while a smile displays on her lips as she props up her legs on the coffee table, making herself comfortable.
For some years, she has been used to that voice, which is one that she feels comfortable talking with and doesn’t have a problem to spill her guts out to. It is a voice that has become a constant in her life after so much that has happened and she has admitted that she likes the accent without a care.
“Hello, Mouse,” she says with a playful grin gracing her lips, which earns her a growl from the other end of the line that causes her to chuckle.
“I still don’t like that nickname, Cat,” the accented voice tells her, to which she simply hums in agreement. “Anyway, I’m calling to let you know that I’m on my way back.”
The woman smiles widely as she sits up straighter, letting her legs fall to the floor in her happiness to hear such news. “Really?”
“Yes, and you’ll finally be able to take part in my daily plans…not that you couldn’t before,” he says and the blonde-haired woman scoffs, annoyed with him, knowing he must be grinning at the moment.
“Finally! I’ve been seriously bored ever since you took off on your own and left me behind, you idiot,” the woman tells him as she wears a glare and tries to send it through the phone. “But Chicago has become my favorite place…so far.”
“I do apologize for leaving so suddenly, but I had an emergency to deal with and I knew you’d like it there,” he says. “Besides, I wouldn’t leave you on your own without finding a way to know that you’re all right.”
A thought crosses her mind, remembering the talk they had over the phone after she found out he left Chicago. “Let’s forget the part that you appointed me my own stalker…So, did you do it?” she asks as she stands up and stretches her limbs, bringing them back to life and makes her way to the kitchen.
“With some complications and an unexpected result,” he tells her as she holds the phone to her ear with her shoulder while she prepares herself a glass of wine.
“That’s great, you finally get to obsess over something else,” she tells him while wearing a grin as she takes a sip from her drink with her phone on her hand again, the wine going unnoticed by her sense of taste.
“There is another thing,” he says, causing the woman to frown.
“Which is what?” she asks as she swirls her drink.
“First, I am having some problems and I’ll be in need of your help with my plans from now on,” he tells her, to which she nods, even though he can’t see her. “I prefer to have someone I completely trust by my side.”
“Understandable and you can blame the reluctance of others trusting you on your reputation that you have perfected over the years,” she says and releases a small chuckle. “And what is the second thing?” she asks as she takes another sip from her drink.
“Second, we’ll be discussing whatever you had going on with my darling older brother,” he says, to which she shrugs, not caring for the scowl that he must be wearing at the moment.
“Come on, Mouse, I only told him where you were so you could settle your differences and everything else. So, did you talk or fight?” she asks and hears him laugh on the other end, which causes her to raise her eyebrows in amusement.
“A bit of both. We’ll be discussing this further when I arrive and we meet with my favorite witch,” he says, causing her to groan in annoyance.
“Why? I don’t like her and she obviously doesn’t like me,” she whines as she downs what remains of her drink in one sip before leaving her glass on the counter in the kitchen. “She makes it quite clear on every visit that I’m a freak of nature with her subtle hints, which are not so subtle and you know it.”
She can hear a groan from the other end of the line as she leans forward on the counter of the kitchen with her arms for support, knowing that he must be thinking on how to persuade her to go with him. “I know you dislike her…”
“Nor do I trust her,” she puts in.
“But she is what I need to find a solution for my unexpected complications,” he tells her as she makes her way back to the couch, leaving her glass of wine.
“Fine,” she tells him, earning a chuckle from the other end of the line, since she knows that it is best to simply endure the witch.
“Don’t be upset, Cat, I’m bringing someone to keep you company that is not the witch nor me,” he tells her, which has her scrunching up her nose in dislike at having to meet someone since she isn’t really good with socializing.
“Excellent,” she says, making sure he knows she’s being sarcastic as she plays with the small bermuda blue crystal teardrop pendant, which is wrapped in silver filigree around the edges and hangs on the silver brass connector attached to her silver necklace. “I’ll finally be included in your daily activities with a side of unexpected company.”
She can feel the indignant look that he must be wearing before hearing him say, “I always include you in my daily activities—except for this one because I was in a hurry—but I always do.”
“Yeah, whatever you say, Mouse,” she tells him while grinning, trying to make him feel guilty.
“Yes, well, I’ll be seeing you soon, so wait for a time and date,” he says. “We have a lot of work to do and nice try at trying to make me feel guilty.”
“It was worth a shot and you better come through with the promise you made me,” she tells him in a more serious tone that matches his.
“How can I forget, since you remind me constantly?” he says, to which she smiles.
“All right, then,” she says and releases a yawn mockingly, not tired at all. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“Goodnight, Cat,” he tells her as she stands up and makes her way to her bedroom.
“Goodnight, Mouse,” she tells him with a smile before hanging up her phone and falling backwards on her bed.Fun times ahoy, she thinks as she stares up at the ceiling.