It was a 30 minute taxi ride over to my new apartment, which was conveniently located near the “Channel 7” news station which I would be working at. I heaved my suitcase out of the trunk, paid the ridiculously overpriced fair and pulled my keys out of my purse.
“Well, I guess this is home now.” I looked up at the tall building and took a deep breath. I was nervous as all hell right now, but I knew that this would be for the best. I needed a job and I needed money, something staying in Toronto would not have provided me with. I opened up the door to the building and started to the elevator. I looked around the vacant lobby and noticed the old peeling, yellow wallpaper and the ancient brown carpet on the floor. The lighting was dingy and the air smelt of dust. I guess that’s what you get for paying the measly rent I was going to pay. I knew what I was getting myself into, I had seen the apartment a month ago when I was last here, but it didn’t mean I was still completely unimpressed with it.
The ride up to the 20th floor was quick and before I knew it, my key was in the door and I was inside the new place I would call home….or at least try to. I flicked on the lights and flopped onto my comfy couch. The apartment itself wasn’t completely horrible. I had attempted my lame handy woman skills and had tried to make it look more “me”. The walls were painted a deep purple to give the place a modern vibe which didn’t look bad against the white carpet. My black couch and armchair had been positioned with a glass coffee table and my TV looked much bigger on the new (but so inexpensive) armoire opposite of it. I had cleaned the bathroom for over a day the last time I was here polishing the silver fixtures and making the white tiles gleam in the lone light bulb that hung from the ceiling. My bedroom too was repainted and a few personal touches were added to make it more to make liking.
I stood up from my couch and walked into the kitchen. If there was one thing I was picky about regarding my living situation, it was the kitchen. I loved to cook and if I could say so myself, I was damn good at it. Why I had gotten involved with television instead of opening up my own restaurant was beyond my knowledge, but either way the kitchen was where I did my best thinking and was where I had quality me time (not to mention I was famished at the moment and needed something to eat). I opened the fridge as creative meal ideas flowed through my mind only to realize that…the fridge was empty.
Right. I hadn’t bought any food yet. I guess a pizza would have to do. I called the delivery guy, ordered my pizza and finished unpacking my last suitcase. I looked around the apartment and at last, felt somewhat satisfied. Maybe all would go well? I had to start being more positive, this whole angry Lexi thing wasn’t working out for me or my ego.
Soon enough, the pizza guy was here and once I had paid for my pizza, I brought it over to the couch and turned on the TV.
“In other hockey news, it looks like Sidney Crosby and the Pittsburgh Penguins will attempt to try and end the winning streak for the Detroit Redwings tomorrow night on visiting ice. We were talking with Crosby earlier and here is what he had to say about facing old rivals”
“It’s definitely always fun t-“
Never mind. I didn’t want to watch TV after all. The embarrassing situation this afternoon did not have to revisit me while I was having dinner.
He was really cute though….
Stop it Lexi! You didn’t even know this guy, yet you kept thinking about it. No, Lexi. He is way out of your league. You will probably never even see him again.
But Jordan did say he was flirting with you…
It was hypothetical of course. There was no way he was flirting with me. I refused to believe this. No, no and no. I was done having this conversation with myself. I got up from the couch, put the leftover pizza in the fridge and went to my bedroom. I got out of my jeans and t-shirt and put on some comfy sweats. After washing my face and brushing my teeth I got under my covers and stared at the stucco ceiling. This was a dangerous time….being left alone with my thoughts. I always over thought everything and had the tendency to analyze every single detail. Like the details of today.
This morning I had been in Toronto, and now I was in Pittsburgh. Within 20 minutes of my landing here I had managed to spill coffee over Sidney Crosby and make small talk with him, all while not realizing it was actually him? That seems just about right. Meanwhile though, our small talk may have turned into what some may call flirting and Jordan Staal called us out on that. And Jordan Staal obviously knows Sidney Crosby and probably knows secrets about him too, meaning that they are close friends, so Staal wouldn’t call Crosby out on something like that unless he had meant it.
So, hypothetically speaking of course, Sidney Crosby may have actually been into me?
Or he could have felt bad for me and thought I was a lost cause and a pathetic newcomer to this city. He may have wanted to make me feel good about myself?
Oh god, see this is what happens when you over think. You end up sounding like the biggest dumbass in the world. I had to stop thinking about all this nonsense and get ready for my first day at work tomorrow. I had to face the idea that Sidney Crosby probably wasn’t into me at all and this had all just been a serendipitous event.
Although, that could be me speaking hypothetically too, can’t it?
