Chloe sat on her fluffy faded purple love seat, surrounded by matching faded purple and white pillows. She curled herself up to the pillows as the exit song played, feeling the remorse Vivien Leigh portrayed so excellently in the film Gone With The Wind. She was so talented. And so pretty! Chloe wished she had half the talent Vivien had...
She sighed when the music ended, and the television screened went to the main menu page. She hated the feeling of the end of a movie, especially one that leaves her feeling like she felt currently. Chloe reluctantly turned off the television, sighing to herself again. If only people like Rhett Butler actually existed.
Not that she was bitter about being single or anything. Single Awareness Day coming up... does she pity herself enough to get a life-sized cardboard cutout of Rhett Butler for February 14? Meh. She'll think about it.
Oh God I am so sad.
Chloe sat on her love seat, staring out into space for a while. It was one of those blank stares that happen when your brain kinda needs a break from thinking all the time. When Chloe caught herself, she shook her head to snap out of it, sighed, and decided it was time to get up. She noticed she was hungry, and decided to check out her fridge.
Oh God there’s nothing for me to eat!”
Peering into her fridge, Chloe let out a frustrated grumble as she discovered she owned practically no food. There was a can of diet Coke, a couple bottles of beer, some cheese, and a grapefruit. And.. is that? Ugh, Chloe pulled out a slide of mold-infested bread. Yuck. She quickly threw it in the direction of the trash can. It hit the rim and fell to the side. Great.
After she cleaned the breadcrumbs out, Chloe decided she was not in the mood to cook. She instead grabbed a coat, a scarf, her phone, wallet and keys and left her studio apartment. She got a great deal with this one—it was very cheap (compared to housing prices now, oh man), and it was in such a good spot. A block from Central Park, and a ten-minute walk from the public library. It took some time to subway to the Control center, but it isn’t a great idea to live near there, anyway. Plus she didn’t have her job as the Control Chemist back when she got this apartment.
She wondered around, passing little cafés and delis. She wasn’t particularly interested in a Panini… though she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted. Soon enough, she was at Central Park. Some parts of it were still covered in New York-dirty snow. There were some people there, just enjoying a day out. A couple of dogs chasing after Frisbees in the cold. And… was that Jake?
She recognized the hair, the expensive-looking coat and suit. And the stiff posture. Jake… Chloe chuckled to herself. Always uptight about something. Chloe wondered what it was this time.
As she approached him Chloe noticed a hot dog in his hands. What? No way. Jake? Eating something that doesn’t cost less than fifty bucks?
”You know that’ll just give you a heart attack, right?” Chloe teased as she sat down next to Jake.