Chapter 3

When Mike returned from the bathroom the man was standing by the couch, holding the red high heel. He was looking at Mike in an odd way.

"Where am I sleeping?" Mike asked, trying to avoid another confrontation. He knew that the size of the shoe was a bit revealing.

"You can take the bed, I'll just sleep on the couch," he dropped the shoe on the floor before continuing, "Do you wanna borrow some clothes to sleep in?"

"No thanks," Mike declined and staggered toward the bed. He glanced at the man as he sat down on the edge of the it, "Thank you. If it hadn't been for you, I would probably be asleep in the corridor."

"No problem, try to get some sleep, Mizzy," Mike nodded and crawled under the sheet, quickly getting into his usual, comfortable position on his right side.

The man grabbed a blanket and turned off the lights, before throwing himself on the couch. Mike had already closed his eyes, but the man wasn't tired, so he watched the ceiling, even though there wasn't much to look at and especially not in the dark.

They lay there for a few minutes without talking, but right before Mike fell into a deep sleep, he whispered: "What's your name?"

"Christian," the man replied. Mike had realized that he actually didn't know the other man at all and it had made him kind of uncomfortable. But at least knowing his name was one step closer to actually knowing him and that made Mike's body relax. A small smile appeared on his face and he fell asleep soon after.
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Mike awoke with a bad headache. He wasn't sure if last night had been a dream or not. Everything from yesterday was kind of blurry to him. It could have been a dream, but it could be reality too, both possible. The thing that made him think that it was a dream, was the fact that the man, Christian, had been so nice to him, without having any reason to be it. Why? Why had he been so nice to him?

Mike opened his eyes, but was forced to close them again immediately, when they were blinded by the bright morning sun, coming through the window. He fluttered his eyes for short moment and sat up slowly to take a look at his surroundings. It wasn't his apartment, it looked more like a hotel room.

No one besides him was in the room. At least that was what he thought, until he heard a whistling sound coming from the bathroom.

He got up on his feet and made his way to the bathroom where he took a peek inside the half open door. A beautiful dark-haired woman was adding the final touch on her makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. Mike didn't recognize her. Who the hell was she and why was she in the same hotel room as him? Why was he even there?

The girl saw Mike peeking through the mirror and turned quickly to face him. He froze on the spot.

"Oh, you're up, did I wake you?" she asked apologizing. Mike shook his head, but kept staring at her, "Is something wrong, hun?" she cocked her head and stared back. Mike remembered being in a night club with a hot guy named Cody. They took a cab back to his hotel where he later got kicked out, when Cody discovered his secret. A man named Christian picked him up and dragged him to his hotel room where he fell asleep. He certainly didn't remember anything about a girl.

"Ohm… Do you know where Christian is?" he asked.

"Christian is not here right now. He won't be back before later tonight," Mike felt relieved, he had remembered right then. He felt bad though because he wanted to thank Christian for helping him, but he wasn't sure if he would stick around for that long.

"Oh… Okay… Can I have his phone number or something?" the girl had to be Christian's girlfriend or maybe his sister, they were probably related in some kind of way, since she was "alone" in his hotel room.

"Sure, give me your hand," she said and took it as Mike extended it toward her. She wrote a phone number on the back of his hand with her eyeliner, "There you go, you can call him whenever you want."

"Thank you."

"Sure you don't want to wait?" Mike didn't remember saying anything about leaving?

"What makes you think I'm leaving?" he asked and grabbed the upper part of his left arm with his right hand, looking vulnerable and insecure.

"Because you asked for his phone number, which made it sound like you were about to leave and you look uncomfortable?"

"Oh," Mike wasn't always fast at grasping when he had a hangover.

"Sorry for not introducing myself, I'm Christina, Christian's… Roommate," Christina put on a teasing smile, there was something about her, he just couldn't tell what.

"I'm Mizzy," he said, sending her a smile back.

Christina cleared her throat, "Mizzy… your… hairline… is showing," Mike looked like he had seen a ghost or something as he laid his hand on the spot where his wig used to cover his hairline.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed and covered his mouth with his hands. He found it so embarrassing. No one had ever caught him, besides Cody and now Christina too. Two people in two days, could it get any worse?

Suddenly Christina started laughing, which caught Mike pretty much by surprise.

"Girl, your secret is safe with me!" she laughed and smiled wide.

"I… I…" he stammered, without knowing what to say.

"You know what? I think Christian is back already," Mike turned to look at the front door, but nobody entered. He turned his attention back to Christina… But it wasn't Christina… It was Christian?

Mike was sent down to the cafeteria instantly. He couldn't believe what had just happened, it was so humiliating.

He was alone in the elevator and he hated it. He needed something to look at, but the only thing he could see was himself, since the elevator was one big mirror. The walls, the ceiling, the floor and even the doors. He wanted to break the mirrors so badly, but if he actually decided to smash his fist into them, he would end up getting hurt and not inflict any damage to the mirrors anyway, since they were covered by a transparent, unbreakable materialobviously. Would it surprise anyone if he told that the elevator was designed by the narcissistic Chris Irvine himself?Nope, probably not.

There was a loud ding-dong sound, before the elevator stopped and the mirror doors separated. Mike looked up to see who was joining him.

Eve Torres.

She sent him a small smile and stepped inside. Mike wanted to be a gentleman because even though he saw her as one of them, she was still the sweetest of them all.

"Where are you going?" he asked and got ready to press the button she wanted him to.

"Second floor… The cafeteria," she said, smiling wide. She hadn't expected him to be like that, not after what had happened the last time. He had seemed like he wanted to get away from her as fast as possible. She thought that he hated her. She didn't know why, but it just felt like he was uncomfortable around her. Like you would be if you hated someone.

Mike pressed the same button as he had pressed earlier.

The doors closed and the elevator began to move again.

Why did it have to be the one person he didn't dare to look at, who had joined him in the creepy elevator?

Since he didn't know where to look, he just looked down. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't thought that move through because the first thing that caught his eyes, was the reflection of what was underneath Eve's skirt. Mike blushed within a second and looked the other way. He would rather look at himself than getting busted in looking under Eve's skirt. He was certain that Chris had had more than one purpose to build the elevator the way it was.

Eve saw Mike blushing through the wall mirror.

"Is something wrong?" she asked in a caring tone. She was afraid that he was having a fever or something like that.

"No, nothing is wrong. Everything is okay," Mike stuttered, while trying to get control over his blushing. Eve glanced at him, she couldn't figure him out. He always looked so depressed, she had never seen him look truly happy, but on the other hand it was pretty clear to her why he wasn't comfortable or happy, since she knew how all the employees treated him.

The elevator stopped and the mirror doors separated once again.

"I'm off," she said and tried to get eye contact with Mike, but it was impossible. He considered staying in the elevator, since he didn't want Eve to see him getting off at the same floor as her. The last thing he wanted her to know about, was that he was transferred to the cafeteria. It was too embarrassing. She and Adam would really get something to laugh at then.

"Bye," she said and sighed, before leaving the elevator. Mike couldn't move. At least he didn't want to, but when he thought everything through, he realized that Eve would find out sooner or later what he was doing there… And he had to get out of that Chris created elevator, since he wouldn't be able to stand and watch another minute of that pathetic look of his.

The doors were about to close, but Mike stuck his foot in between, forcing it to open again. He got out and walked to the cafeteria.

"Hey Mike, you want the usual?" the fat cafeteria lady asked him with a wide smile stuck to her face. She was always being so friendly toward him, but he was sure that she only was because she pitied him. She knew how Chris and the other employees treated him, she had been on the 10th floor several times, she knew what was going on up there.

"No," Mike said, avoiding her gaze.

"Oh, are you getting something for Chris then?" she asked a little confused. Chris usually sent her or one of the other cafeteria employed up, whenever he wanted something.

"No… I got transferred," Mike tried not to look too disappointed in himself.

"Where to?" Mike was sure that she already knew the answer, so why did she have to step in it?

"Here," he bit his lower lip and looked her in eyes for the first time during their conversation. She didn't look surprised.

"Oh… I'm sorry to hear that… This is probably not your dream job," no, of course it wasn't? No normal people would ever dream of having a job in a shitty cafeteria.

Mike didn't answer her, he just looked the other way. He glanced at all the people who, were sitting in the cafeteria, having their late lunch or whatever they were having - he didn't really care.

The fat lady behind the desk called out for someone, Mike didn't pay her enough attention to hear who it was. He looked at his watch, 1 hour left.

"Mike? Mike?" Mike figured by the tone in her voice that she had tried to get in contact with him for a while.

"Sorry, what?"

"Get in here, Eve will show you how everything works," Mike sighed and walked to the door, which let inside the cafeteria. He looked around to see if anybody was watching him. It didn't look like it, so he opened the door and walked in.

"Hey Mike, why didn't you tell me that you were transferred?" Eve asked and smiled that cute smile of hers.

"Well, I… I…" her smile made him speechless and his cheeks became slightly red.

"What's the matter, Mike, cat got your tongue?" she laughed softly and cocked her head. The thought of her and Mike working together made her excited. She really wanted to get to know him better and now she had the chance. She had never met anyone like him, she just had to figure him out.

Mike smiled a shy smile and looked down at the floor.

They stood for a moment without saying anything, but then Eve noticed that the coffee stain on his shirt had become bigger. She wondered why, but didn't want to ask because she knew it wasn't exactly his day.

"You can't wear that," she said in a calm tone. Mike looked up at her in confusion.

"What?" he asked. She pointed at his shirt.

"Let's find you something else to wear."

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