8-House Is Not A Home

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Regina walked through the apartment for the second time on her own, whilst the estate agent smoked on the fire escape

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Regina walked through the apartment for the second time on her own, whilst the estate agent smoked on the fire escape. Things were slightly different and smaller than she thought but it was still gorgeous. The bakery was on the other side of the street which meant she had steps going up to her apartment instead of a small side door. The kitchen was a beautiful cream colour with wooden countertops. (Pics at the top) The wall next to the sink had a few photo frames on it but with no photos. (So no door outside but a wall and a few Windows.) When you walked past the kitchen, which was on the right as you walked in, you came to the living room. It was much larger than the kitchen, and much lighter. She looked and decided which furniture she'd be keeping and which she wanted removed, because as the chirpy estate agent said;
"Now remember, all furniture is brand new so anything you don't want to keep we can get taken back to the shop, but anything you want to keep...you keep!"
She wasn't sure how much she disliked her, but knew it was a large amount. Once you reach the living room you turn to the right and go down a corridor with doors in each side. On the left was the largest bedroom with a large closet on one wall and a large window on the next. There was a dressing table next to the large bed, and a seat running along the bottom of the bed. The carpet and curtains were a gorgeous blue colour to match another seat which Regina knew she wouldn't be keeping. Finally she went into the second and last bedroom. In the centre was a double bed with a steel frame. The carpet was a beige colour with red curtains. The walls were close to matching the carpet and had a few intricate coloured designs added onto them. There was a desk with a basic lamp and a large wardrobe against a wall. It was the perfect size for Henry to sleep in whenever he came to stay. She popped her head into the bathroom once more and had a quick look around. Before closing the door and walking back to the doorway out.
"So, is it good news?"
"Yes. This place is perfect and close enough to my work. When can we sort the paperwork? And the rest?" Regina was anxious to move out of the apartment she was stuck in now. She just wanted out of the hell that Daniel had created. They'd barely spoken anymore, and she was ready to never speak again.
"Well we can go through all that on video calls since I know you're a busy woman. Emails should do as well. All you'd need to do now and again is come by to sign documents and what not. Since this is a fairly new building you can move in within the week, if that suits? Or leave it longer. It's up to you really." The woman shrugged her shoulders, her little smile never leaving her lips.
"No I want to move in as soon as possible. Can we do most of the paperwork tomorrow?" Regina signed a document in front of her and looked up with a raised eyebrow. This is what Regina liked to call her 'Evil Queen' stare, since her pupils had decided on that nickname for her she might as well use it.
"Well I'm afraid not tomorrow but-" she suddenly stopped talking and looked at Regina, who was giving her, her best 'Evil Queen' glare.
"Or maybe we can. You know what if I reschedule some meetings I could totally do it all tomorrow." She smiled and grabbed the papers as they both walked out the apartment.
"Well I hope to hear from you soon." Regina nodded to her and headed across the street as the other woman walked to her car with her phone already pressed to her ear.
Regina stuffed some of her papers into her handbag and looked up and down the rows of shops. There was a cute little kids boutique, then a little farmer shop with fruit and veg in crates outside. Next to that were some more little boutiques. Regina kept looking up and down the street looking for the Regal Recipes sign but for the life of her couldn't see it.
Lil Tots Rock, Fruit and Veg Farmers Market, Zels Little Green Beans, Zels Big Green Beans...
Each one she went up to until she looked to the one in front of her and let out a sighing laugh.
Regal Recipes
She looked at the red and yellow sign. It certainly looked like an older shop and she could see the silhouette of someone cleaning up. It was pretty late now so they may have been closing up, but she went in anyway.
The first thing she saw when she walked in was the cute little cake and pastry pictures on the wall. There was little round tables dotted around the small front area. Each one was a different colour of pastel shade.
"Hello?" She called out to the empty store.
"Just coming." She heard a male voice call from the back. She felt an odd feeling as though she recognised it but ignored the feeling.
"It's okay I'll wait. I understand I'm here a little late." She walked around looking at the pictures then into the cabinet with all the sweets in them.
"Alright what can I do for you milady?" A tall man walked out with ash blonde hair. His apron and forest green T-shirt were covered in flour.
"Oh my god." The words left her mouth before she could stop them and by this point he'd clicked too.
"Regina?"
"Robin."

I'm so so sorry guys! I was away this weekend, meeting Lana, Sean and Bex, so I couldn't upload then. Then I just got such bad writers block. So sorry and I hope you've not all left!

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