(first time poster)
She steps up to the house, hesitates before knocking at the blue door.
A blue door. It had to be a blue door.
As she waits, she self-consciously tucks her hair behind her ears and looks up and down the street, quiet in the night, excepting the occasional roar of a vehicle passing by. The night lights shine bright and harsh and she is very much aware of her heart beating faster.
‘Yes?’
She jumps. Caught up in examining her surroundings, she hadn’t even realised that the door had opened. The person who has opened it lounges casually against the door frame, insolently looking her up and down.
Is it a he? Is it a she? She can’t tell. They look amazing, tall like a man with a black pixie haircut, the dark skin glinting in the lights from the street. Dressed in a blue satin gown, she can see the faint darkening of a cleavage. A woman then. Aha.
‘Are you coming in?’