Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Blythe politely looked around the apartment, she was rather surprised by how beautiful Phoebes apartment was, it was like something out a homemaker's magazine. The brunette's house was the completely opposite with walls painted black with bright neon color paint splattered on the walls, the floor had been changed. Blythe wasn't sure how her brother had done it, but when one walked upon it, it changed colors. She walked around and a rainbow of footprints followed her, she liked it and only covered them up with rugs when family came over for whatever reason. Blythe was a child at heart, her whole life was rather...dream and child-like, coming over Phoebes was a whole different change of pace. Yeah, they're called Mocha Pots de Crme which easily translates to Mocha Pots of Cream, but don't let the name fool you, they're not really mocha or cream. It's more of like a chocolate souffl, only thicker, like mousse. It pretty good and it has a hard chocolate shell on top that is raspberry flavored chocolate, its eaten chilled. She replied and smiled, Blythe was feeling better about being here. Her eyes found their way to Phoebe and noticed her clothes, the red-head was lucky, she had such a perfect figure that all women wished to have and made men drool. Blythe guessed that was why she had the job she had, men wanted her. Youre apartment is beautiful, I love all the beautiful colors, it really nice combined. She complimented, Blythe was rather honest and wasn't about to lie, there wasn't anything to lie about. As she turned back to Phoebe, she felt a little bad about her clothes, she was still wearing the long sleeve shirt and jeans shed been wearing this morning. Well thats for inviting me over, your house has a very wonderful homey feeling to it. Blythe lightly leaned her hip against the counter as she stuck her hands into her pockets. I had actually started thinking you hated me since I kept bugging you about the job opening in my brothers restaurant and that you should take it, I know about your chef degree. I had seen it in one of your boxes when you moved in, I had though you worked as a chefMy guess was pretty far from it. She softly laughed as she spoke, she meant no harm and just wanted to make some small talk. Blythe could smell dinner cooking, her stomach light rumbled as she remembered, she had skipped lunch trying to make a special birthday cake someone had ordered. It was short notice, but a rather rich man was celebrating his birthday, so Blythe made an exception and started making it. In the end, the man loved it, in fact he loved it so much that he offered Blythe another job. The brunette would have her own shop with her own workers, it would be a branch of the man's baking dynasty, Blythe wouldn't even need to be the one baking the sweets if she didn't want to. The young woman was taken back and told the man she would think about it, he gave her his card and a large tip before leaving. Blythe could feel the card in her pocket, the smooth piece of plastic rather than paper. The decision was heavy on Blythe's mind, she could finally be on her own and own her own shop, yet she didn't want to leave Barnaby all alone with the restaurant. Blythe light shook her head as she pulled her mind out of that, right now she didn't need to think of that. She was here with Phoebe and she was going to enjoy it, Blythe needed to relax more.