brad colbert:nate fick?? nah I hate all the officers, what a — [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of nate fick spill out of jacket] w-what a fucking ivy league prick- I- these aren’t mine I’m just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen I just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of nate fick scatter across the floor] shit fuck I’m holding them for everyone else in bravo 2 just listen
It had taken less than an hour of her arriving home from her
run for Francesca to become a human hurricane, rummaging through her closet as
she tried to find the perfect outfit to wear on her night out. Francesca had
never been one to succumb to her nerves – not before performances, training, or
even during the interviews she had been forced to take when she was in foster
care – but for whatever reason, she couldn’t help the jittery feeling that
clutched at her muscles and the fluttering feeling in her stomach as she
thought of her prospecting date with the man from the coffee shop earlier.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t been on a date since
college, or maybe she was nervous because she barely knew anything about Ara
other than the fact that he was an accountant. Either way, there was no denying
that her nerves were beginning to get the best of her.
Francesca had barely placed the finishing touches on her
makeup before the sound of the interior intercom buzzed. Was it already eight o’clock?
Swiftly stepping around Pharaoh, her Egyptian Mau, as she made her way to the
solitary white box near her door, Francesca glanced at herself in the mirror
hanging above the dresser in her living room. Her hair wasn’t even close to
dry, but at least her makeup was done. Taking a deep breath, Francesca pressed
the button, giving a slight sigh. “Ara?”
She asked, waiting for a confirmation. When she received it, she invited him up
to her apartment, hoping it would give her enough time to finish drying her
She had barely taken the rollers out of her hair before
there was a knock on her door, a sound that sent Pharaoh running to the
entrance to greet their guest. “Coming!”
She exclaimed in the direction of the living room, rushing to unwrap her
curlers before she slipped into her dress, grabbing her shoes as she made her way
towards the door (clumsily, really). Francesca straightened herself as stood in
front of the wooden door, taking a deep breath in a last ditched attempt to
calm her nerves. She smoothed the front of her dress, double checking her
makeup in the mirror before she slowly opened the door, revealing her date for
the night. “Hey, you made it,” She
stated almost breathily, her face brightening with a smile.