Apartment No.4

Part 59: Hi, You've Reached...

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"Dr Ross, it's good to see you!" I cried a little too loudly, feigning enthusiasm as I invited him in.

He was wearing a smile and carrying a card board carry tray with two coffees in it.

Shit shit shit shit.

"God, look at me," I laughed, looking down at my pyjamas, "I'm just gonna change, make yourself comfortable."

I tried not to walk away too quickly from him but I'm fairly sure I failed.
Once in my room, I threw my hands into my hair.

"What am I going to do!?" I whispered, spinning about the room to try and find something else to put on.

I settled with a pair of jeans and a tshirt and shoved my limbs through like a crazy monkey.

Mason. I needed to tell Mason.

I grabbed my phone off my bedside table and texted him quickly and full of typos.

'Mason,
Bross is here. Stay awak'

Just as I was about to join Ross back in the lounge room, I had a thought. What if I could get the answer out of him now and settle this whole ordeal?

I turned on the voice recorder app on my phone and shoved it into my pocket before straightening my hair and walking out to join him.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone." I laughed, avoiding his gaze and coyly walking over to where he was standing with the coffee.

"No that's okay, it's early, I should've called." He grinned, passing me a cup. "I guessed Cappuccino,"

"Yeah, thank you," I smiled a tight lipped smile up at him and gestured towards the couch.
Every time I was out of his gaze my face would fall back into the panicked state I was feeling. I didn't even want to know how he got the address to my flat...

"So, what brings you here?" I asked, sipping my coffee as I sat cross legged on the couch.

"Well, I remembered how you said and you and ... Mark, was it?"

"Mason," I gritted out with a smile.
"Right, well I remembered how you said you two had broken up and I thought I'd come check on you." He rested his hand on my knee and I almost felt my eyes go cross eyed in the rage I was holding back.

"Oh, well yeah I'm okay," I added a sniff for good measure, I tell you, with all this lying I may as well change my name to Priscilla, buy a mustang, adopt a Texan accent and move to America because I'm becoming a new person.

"Really?" He looked relieved. Why? I ain't your woman. "Cause I'd love to take you out sometime,"

Just then, there was a vigorous pounding on the door. Ross looked at me, concern in his features.