“Where are you?”
I skimmed around. There were blotches colors everywhere, NBA gear hanging in stands, food stations inches apart, boys running in oversized dresses that came past their knees, mothers holding onto her children’s hands, teenagers crackling and carrying on, and everything in between.
“I don’t know.” I admitted.
I said into my phone. I was so excited when an unknown number popped on my screen that I should have felt embarrassed. I had been waiting, standing in my gold Brian Atwood cork pumps for over a half hour, for Dorian to call me. I assumed that he had to deal with the press, do some quick interviews, talk to the coach, and cool down before I could come into the picture. Even though I was tired, I was so thankful that they had won because if his team would have lost, I would have been stuck in an awkward position and I didn’t know him enough to be giving him an empathetic speech about a sport I knew very little about when it came to professional means.
My face was bare with the exception of some black liquid liner and a neutral gloss on my lips like always. I was wearing my full, dark hair pulled away from my face in subtle, choppy waves. I had an pink a-lined racerback tank top with a pair of denim leggings so I looked both comfortable and feminine and far from a suit.
“What do you see?”
“People.” I answered simply. It was the best way to describe it at the moment.
“What else?”
“More people.” I said laughing, my eyes bypassing a tall, thick-boned buxom woman with a swaying ponytail who stepped in front of me. I was still buzzing from the magnetism and voltage of the game.
“Did you come to the first level?”
“No, but I’m walking by an escalator now.”
I slowed down my pace.
“Are there bathrooms nearby?”
I took my eyes off a little girl with a thin head of strawberry blond hair who was fruitfully licking at her ice cream cone and lagging behind her hollering mother.
“No...wait...um, yeah. Should I take it?”
“Nah, keep walking until you come to a corridor.”
“Where are you?” I asked him.
“I’m coming to meet you.”
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