Five by Five
The young lady sat across from you looks like she could handle herself in a tough situation, and as she absentmindedly plays with her cuticles you wonder what she is thinking.
“Well, you know, I really need a place of my own, somewhere without other people’s ‘stuff’ around.” You know from Karl that she is currently sleeping on a friend’s couch.
“It needs to be small though, I hate large spaces, they feel too, ummm big.”
You can’t help but have your heart melt a little when she struggles to find a word for frightening that wouldn’t hurt her bad girl exterior, you sense in her eyes that this is not her true persona.
“So, Faith, do you have any particular style in mind?” You ask her, expecting her to want a grungy, industrial look.
“Nah, whatever you want.”
“Really, you don’t mind what style architecture or interior design?”
“Nah, it’s all five by five.”
“Five by five?” You ask.
“You know, it’s all good.”
She thanks you for her time, and as she stands up to leave, you swear you see a wooden stake peeking out of the inside pocket of her leather jacket