007. Days.
By Teh Dipstick
They walked out the door. She glanced over at him. He was smiling. Humming to himself even. Another karaoke night over with.
"See ya on Monday, Doc." She jumped into her small, black hover car, which was parked next to his, and took off.
The lair felt empty. He didn't care too much. It gave him the opportunity to work on his plan in peace for a couple of days.
No sarcasm. No lip. No vexing. No interruptions. No-one to share his childhood stories with. No one to listen to him gloat. No one to rant to. No one to share the experience of the Sci-Fi movie marathon he'd been looking forward to with.
He sighed. So maybe he did care, just a little.
The apartment was dark and cold. It didn't surprise her. She hadn't been there since Monday morning after all.
She turned on the lights. The silence didn't bother her. She was a loner.
She turned on the TV as well as she sat down on her small couch, picking up a magazine. Not because she felt the need to have some sort of background noise while reading. She just wanted to hear the latest news was all.
She didn't glance over at the phone because she hoped that he'd call and invite her over to watch that movie marathon with him. The one he'd been talking about all week. Any call could've been important.
It was only Friday night. Two more days to go.
