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She pushed open the door to her apartment and threw her keys on the coffee table. My God, she thought, what a day. She grabbed the phone and the box of half eaten chocolates sent by a charming, but very married, client. Kicking her shoes in the bedroom, she adjorned to the bathroom and turned on the water. She removed her clothes slowly, while thinking about what it would be like to have Roman in the room at that very moment. "Ugh, stop, Kate," she thought, "as if the poor, pathetic Captain would even have the slightest idea what to do with me." She laughed as she continued on her speel. "As many times as I've practically drove that man to tears, and he still doesn't get it. What a dolt..." She threw her hair up, pinned it, and slowly sank into the tub. On any other day, the warm water and smell of lilac bubbles, would have relaxed her, but today, her mind shot in so many directions, she knew there was no hope for relaxation. She grabbed a chocolate from the box and peeled back the paper wrapping. It reminded her how little she'd eaten that day. She stepped out of the tub, and put on her robe.
Opening the refrigerator, she peered in hoping to find something she could whip together for dinner. Two bottles of Sky vodka and a stale takeout box of white rice stared back at her.
"Maybe I could just...call him. An hour or two in his presence couldn't be more torture than two-week-old leftovers." She returned to the bathroom and picked up the phone. Hesitating, she, as slowly as possible, dialed.
"Roman Brady...," she heard. God, even the way he answered his phone annoyed her.
"Roman, hi. It's me."
"Kate, what can I do ya' for?"
"Well, you know, this is quite a coincidence. Seems as though I have absolutely nothing to eat at my place, so I think I will take you up on your dinner offer." She waited for his tone to turn to one dripping with enthusiasm, letting her know when and where.
"Oh, well gee, I'm sorry, Kate, but that invitation's expired."
"What?" she said, stunned out of her mind.
"Yeah, see I didn't think you wanted to the way you blew me off and all, so I made other plans."
"Other plans? You, Roman Brady, made other plans? How is that possible?"
"Well, it's easy, Kate. I opened up my little black book and called someone else."
"What are you talking about? I AM your little black book!" She slammed down the phone and narrowed her eyes. "Playing games, Roman Brady? You won't win."
She went back into the kitchen, and disappointedly got out the rice.
She pushed open the door to her apartment and threw her keys on the coffee table. My God, she thought, what a day. She grabbed the phone and the box of half eaten chocolates sent by a charming, but very married, client. Kicking her shoes in the bedroom, she adjorned to the bathroom and turned on the water. She removed her clothes slowly, while thinking about what it would be like to have Roman in the room at that very moment. "Ugh, stop, Kate," she thought, "as if the poor, pathetic Captain would even have the slightest idea what to do with me." She laughed as she continued on her speel. "As many times as I've practically drove that man to tears, and he still doesn't get it. What a dolt..." She threw her hair up, pinned it, and slowly sank into the tub. On any other day, the warm water and smell of lilac bubbles, would have relaxed her, but today, her mind shot in so many directions, she knew there was no hope for relaxation. She grabbed a chocolate from the box and peeled back the paper wrapping. It reminded her how little she'd eaten that day. She stepped out of the tub, and put on her robe.
Opening the refrigerator, she peered in hoping to find something she could whip together for dinner. Two bottles of Sky vodka and a stale takeout box of white rice stared back at her.
"Maybe I could just...call him. An hour or two in his presence couldn't be more torture than two-week-old leftovers." She returned to the bathroom and picked up the phone. Hesitating, she, as slowly as possible, dialed.
"Roman Brady...," she heard. God, even the way he answered his phone annoyed her.
"Roman, hi. It's me."
"Kate, what can I do ya' for?"
"Well, you know, this is quite a coincidence. Seems as though I have absolutely nothing to eat at my place, so I think I will take you up on your dinner offer." She waited for his tone to turn to one dripping with enthusiasm, letting her know when and where.
"Oh, well gee, I'm sorry, Kate, but that invitation's expired."
"What?" she said, stunned out of her mind.
"Yeah, see I didn't think you wanted to the way you blew me off and all, so I made other plans."
"Other plans? You, Roman Brady, made other plans? How is that possible?"
"Well, it's easy, Kate. I opened up my little black book and called someone else."
"What are you talking about? I AM your little black book!" She slammed down the phone and narrowed her eyes. "Playing games, Roman Brady? You won't win."
She went back into the kitchen, and disappointedly got out the rice.