I was feeling rather overwhelmed; this was before the word became trendier that OCD and everyone suffered from it. Sitting down on a step at the back of my new office, I was just about to light a cigarette when you walked into the courtyard. You were tall, to skinny, very blond and had way too much confidence for someone so young. I didn’t know you and, and as it stood, I wasn’t likely to change that.
“Hi, I’m Kate.” You announced and sat down. Your Karoo accent should have been my first sign.
“Hey. Lily.” I patted my pockets for my lighter.
“Did you colour your eyebrows?” You asked.
“Yes.” I frowned. A strange direction for a first encounter, but at least you had an eye for detail.
“Did you pluck it?” You pushed.
“No!” WTF?
“Don’t lie, no one’s that perfect.” You lit your cigarette and took a drag.
“Mine is,” I arched one. You just shrugged and handed me your lighter.
You were so challenging and pushy, I loved that, and you instantly and still do to this day.
—
Photo by Chris Barbalis on Unsplash
