Thread: somebody's w a t c h i n g me [stefy x DOM]

Moving. God, the word in itself was just ugly. Rolling her eyes faintly, she watched as the burley moving men move her things up the short set of three stairs into the apartment flat building. Moving across the city of New York originally hadn't sounded like too much of a bad thing, though after having a set of two friends and two movers to get her things across the city, it seemed like it would take years. In truth, it had only been three or four hours, thank God there was no rush hour or it could have been plenty more, following the men upstairs after watching them cram themselves into the old factory elevator, the gated door slid down and up they went. Floors moving past before they finally hit the forth for the umpteenth time today, her hands shifted up through her loose black curls of hair, headband being removed and set in again to keep her bangs from obscuring her vision. A box, or rather something heavy, in everyone's hands as the three with boxes were the first to leave the elevator, not bothering at all to watch the struggle of two men and a red couch, the elevator opening directly into her apartment flat, taking a deep breath she let out a sigh. This was hers. The couch was ushered in and set in the middle of the living room, the feet touching her wood floors before the men seemed to grunt in satisfaction, and her friends gave her their warmth to her new apartment. They would be back soon, tomorrow probably, with housewarming gifts for the only second year teacher at a private school not far away from this very place. That was the reason for the move, and being that she was paid enough to a bigger flat in New York city because she was no longer on a college salary, the twenty three year old could only take advantage of the opportunity. Feeling just giddy enough to do an awkward dance in the comfort of her home then plop down on the couch, her hands began working with a box, tearing it open and pulling things out for the living room. This process continued, thirty minutes tops, before she found herself lightly fanning her face, deciding against turning anything on as she moved toward one of four windows placed in her living room. Looking down, the city lights at night would soon be glaring up at her while apartment windows across the street seemed to wink at her, during the summer, the view would be even better, hands moving to the clasps of her window after opening her curtains, she gently pushed the glass up and let out a soft breath of air. Turning from the window to no longer look at the late autumn skies of the city, her hands took ahold of either side of her sweater, lifting it carefully and revealing a tank top. The curves of her upper torso being hugged as she moved from her window to the couch again, mentally shrugging to herself, the woman tugged the pair of darkwash denim jeans from her frame, setting both the sweater and the pair of jeans on the couch, tugging only once at the ends of her boyshorts. It did not matter at all that two out of four of her windows had the curtains open, nor did it matter that it was pushed up, inwardly smiling at the thought of one of the winking windows having a person behind it. listu