Coyote Ugly: Rachel's Story
Chapter 2
With a weary sigh, Rachel unlocked the front door to her apartment and went inside. She closed the door behind her and collapsed tiredly on the sofa. She gazed around her living room as she tried to stay awake. The bar was busy that night, she didn't get home until way past 1am.
She yawned as she picked up the remote and turned on the TV, trying to calm herself down as she was still on a high from her work. It was her usual routine. She looked around the apartment and saw she needed to clean up. Her apartment was small, she had a sofa, coffee table, tv, and kitchenette all in one room. She had a small bedroom and bathroom, but it suited her just fine.
Rachel switched off the TV before finding out she had an answer machine message. She clicked it on. "Hey, Rach," a happy voice said, "it's Vi. Have you heard about Cammie? It's great news, right huh? Listen, Kev and I are gonna move into our own place! Would you like to come and visit me sometime and help me move stuff? Ring us back if you're interested. Take care, Rach," she said, before the end of message tone beeped.
Rachel sighed and flopped on to the couch. Great, another Coyote is moving on with her life, she thought moodily. What am I gonna do? She wondered. It was a year since she had a boyfriend, and that didn't last long. He said he was intimidated by her and thought her rowdy ways at work were 'scary'.
Rachel snorted as she remembered when they split up. What a wimp he was, she thought. Then her eyes fell on the mail. She picked up a paper and found herself drawn to the personal ad section. Then she found it. Double dating agency? She thought.
Hey, might not be such a bad idea, she thought as she read the ad. It was being held in the New York community centre the next evening. Rachel found herself warming to the idea more and more as she thought about it. It could work. She had tomorrow off from work, and she had never gone to a dating agency before. With a grin, she circled the ad with a felt tip pen before yawning and checking her watch. 2pm. Better get to bed, she thought, before getting up slowly and making her way to her bedroom.