"Maid service!" a voice knocked at the door.
"Go away, I'm busy, and I didn't ask for my room to be cleaned!" Christian said, his fingers still tapping the keys of his typewriter.
"Oye! Mister ya have ta get your room cleaned every 6 months or you're out! Orders of da management! And don't tell me to buzz off, 12 people have all ready, that means you've got 12 less-"
She was cut off by Christian opening the door, right in her face. She had to jump back in order to not get hit.
"That's better," she said pushing past him only to stop and stare at the hole in the ceiling, the piles of clothes and the stacks of dirty dishes. She shook her head. "Men," she whispered. She grabbed a stack of dishes reveling his typewriter. "You're a writer?" she asked. Before he could open his mouth she answered herself, "Of course, dumb question."
"Do you always talk this much?"
"What do you think?" she asked a hand on her hip and the other holding a pile of his laundry in the other. Christian was finally able to look at her. Her hair reached her shoulders and was a brown ordinary color. In fact all of her was ordinary. A small upturned nose and small green eyes surprisingly were proportionate to a large mouth. She was of average height and even when standing still seemed to be overflowing with energy.
"Yes," was his reply.
"Smart boy. Washed or tossed?" she asked holding up the laundry.
"Um… washed."
She walked to the rolling cart in the hall. "Name please." She asked dumping the clothes into a laundry bag. She yanked out a label and a pen.
"Christian."
"Pleased ta meet ya." Grabbing a rag she began to dust his room. When she reached his table with his typewriter and finished pages on it she bent to look at the page being worked on. The Narcoleptic Austrian had just begun his "Roxanne" song and dance. "May I?" she asked gesturing to the completed pages.
Christian nodded. She picked up the top pages and read the first two. She looked up. "Wow."
Just then the clock chimed 3 o'clock. "Oye!! I'm going to be late!" She put the pages back down and raced out the door. Before she left the hallway she turned to him, "When you finish that come to the White Dove and ask for Kay." With that she raced down the hall, pushing he cart.
Christian shook his head and closed his door.
Well?? How was it? How'd you like the girl, Kay? Should this be continued? R/R please! Note: I do not own Christian or the movie. I just happen to LOVE it.