Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

Kacey's heart just wouldn't stop racing. Perched at the edge of her seat in the back of a taxi, her slender frame leaned against the door as she peered out the tinted window. New York. The city was a swirling mass of lights, towers, and people. At every light the sounds of strangers shouting and police whistles wailing to direct traffic filled the cabin of the vehicle. What a difference from her small-town home in Idaho. Potato farms didn't attract quite the same amount of likes on Instagram as sky scrapers. It was her desperate desire for a larger internet presence that had drawn her to the city, and lucky for her, she had an in. Her father. A man that she saw a few times a year for signifigant holidays, but also a man that she'd really never got to know due to a divorce from her toddler years. At the age of seventeen, that was quite a lengthy amount of time to adjust to separated parents. Sure, happy birthday's were always sent, and if they never met for Christmas some sort of nicknack was always mailed his way, but nothing of real substance had transpired between them through her childhood. In fact, she was rather surprised over just how giving he was. With little more than a few texts and a brief phone call, he'd purchased her a flight to the city with little more than the understanding of she had something important to tell him. It all felt unreal. Unlocking her phone, she scrolled through their texts. Twelve. There were twelve lines between the both of them that got her here. Hell, she didn't even know his address until she had to hail a cab. In an attempt to bolden her pending announcement, the moment she landed and grabbed her over-stuffed carry on, Kacey decided to dress herself up and put on her face in the public restroom. She worked wonders with a discount eyeshadow palette from the local pharmacy store. A bold cat eye liner, a dusky smoked eye, and deep red lipstick emphasized her features against her fair skin. She never needed much concealer, allowing the field of freckles to dapple her cheeks in an unhindered fashion. She slipped into her perfect black dress . It was perfect because the material refused to wrinkle, it was dryer friendly, and it really made her ass look great. Put together, Kacey didn't seem to mind the stares the strangers moving in and out of the bathroom sent her way as she dressed. Taking a final look over herself, she pondered as to wether she came off a bit too club-like to be showing up at her father's home. A final look at her rear dissuaded any concerns. The taxi squealed to a halt. Heart still a flutter, she nearly forgot to pay the man as she opened the door and made a move to exit. Bag awkwardly slung over her shoulder, the driver gave her one last look before pulling off in search of his next customer. Seconds? Minutes? How long did she stand on the street, phone in hand, questioning everything? The grasp on her phone wavered as she read through their chat once more. Text me when you're here. The doorbell isn't very reliable. Inhaling deeply, she tapped a response. I made it! The cab driver was quicker than I thought! Attempting to drown out awkwardness, the text was followed by several emojis. The sound of a cat call drew her form her phone, her bright hazel eyes turning to find the source. It was a man across the street. He seemed normal slacks, polo. Nervously, she waved only to observe as he lifted his fingers in a V up against his lips and gestured in a crass manner. Blushing, Kacey quickly turned back around and approached the building in an attempt to look less like a wandering hooker.