Free BOMBSHELL by Xyla Turner

shrugging their shoulders. If someone had a better idea, I was game with that, but I didn’t like approaching these meetings without a game plan. After four hours and three different options, I ordered take-out through Seamless. I really just wanted Guacamole and Chips, but there was a $10 minimum order, so I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. Yes, I could have made it myself, if I had bread, cheese or butter, but I didn’t – so there.
    While I was going to meet the delivery guy at the elevator, I saw the guy from the laundromat coming out of an apartment down the hall. I wanted to divert my eyes, but he smiled at me, so I gave him a weak smile back. He picked up the pace and asked, “Do you live in this building?”
    “Yes, do you?” I responded.
    “Yeah, I live,” he pointed on the opposite end of my apartment, “down there.”
    “Wow, what a small world.”
    “Hey Sam, I wanted to apologize for what happened in the laundromat. I really thought about it and I screwed up royally. In short, I should have just said what I was thinking, which was how beautiful you are and could I take you to dinner.”
    Oh.
    I didn’t know what to say to this, because this guy was asking me out and I think I was kind of seeing someone. Well, only having dinner with Joshua tomorrow. More decisions.
    “W-well, I, uh, don’t know. I’m kind of seeing someone right now and I’d feel wrong to have dinner with you like a date, while I’m seeing him.”
    “Oh, that’s alright. How about we have lunch? No date, just two soon-to-be friends.” He smiled.
    The elevator chimed and the delivery guy had two bags in his hands. He looked at the both of us, then checked the bags.
    “Samantha?” he tentatively handed out a bag towards me.
    “Yes, thank you.” I reached and took the bag from him.
    “Are you Trevor?” he asked my neighbor standing next to me.
    “Yeah, that’s me. Thanks,” he replied.
    I looked at Trevor again and although he was white, he had some ethnic ways about him. The way he wore the beanie, to the side, told it all. I liked that.
    “Wow, this is so weird. You are my neighbor who I haven’t seen before, we have the same meetings, and we ordered take-out from the same place,” I said, with wonder in my tone.
    “And at the same time. I don’t believe in coincidences.” He smiled.
    “Right, how long have you lived here?” I asked.
    “About three months now.”
    “Oh, okay. That makes better sense. I know I’m a horrible neighbor and I come home, close my door and don’t participate in any community events.”
    “Yeah, you are horrible. I haven’t seen you ever, until the laundromat and I ‘would’ have remembered you.”
    Heat rose to my cheeks. Dammit.
    “Hey, I have an idea. Not to take away from our future lunch, which I’m hoping can take place tomorrow, how about we eat together right now. We won’t count it as dinner, although its dinner time, we’ll just look at it as take-out.”
    “Uh,” I mused.
    “Come on, we can go to your apartment if you’ll feel better.”
    “No, that’s alright.”
    “Okay, let’s go to mine.” He walked down the hall and knocked on a door near the one he left earlier.
    An older man comes to the door and said, “Hey Trevor, everything alright?”
    “Yeah, I’m good Mr. Landen. Our neighbor here, Samantha is a little apprehensive about having dinner with me, so I wanted you to tell her that I’m trust worthy. Maybe you can convince her.”
    “Ahh, yes dear. I’ve seen you around. Trevor here is a God-send. He’s harmless.”
    I smiled at the older man. “Thanks, but I think I’m just going to enjoy my dinner alone,” I responded.
    “Noo, come on – it’s no coincidence that we ordered the food at the same time, from the same place, and we live on the same floor,” Trevor teased.
    “Oh my, dear, that’s what you call serendipity,” Mr. Landen chimed in.
    “See, its serendipity,” Trevor echoed.
    “Fine, but Mr. Landen, if you hear that