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It's late at night when she stumbles into the apartment, her legs staggering as her body was pressed against the wall, his weight crashing down on her. She didn't really know who he was or how they'd gotten here, but she was almost drunk enough to not really care about why he'd left and hurt just enough for his absence that it had come down to this.

She'd met him at work, one of Selphie's friends, Nida? she believed was his name. She didn't really like him, she didn't really care, but he was a good listener and in the past two minutes she'd come to find out that he was also a good kisser, so she gives in and her hands run through his shaggy brown hair, his mouth on her as they try to find a way to her room.

Eventually they get to it and their bodies become a tangled mess of limbs and fingers undoing clothing garments and soon their skins are somewhat melting into each others and the euphoria rises and she can barely think, and before she knows it's been a whole week of the same night routine.

Nida was nothing like her ex. He's clean cut, with a good career in pediatrics and he just sees her at nights, which distracts her and keeps her from doing stupid things like trying to drunk dial Squall for a conversation or talk Selphie's ear off. It's all physical, but he's a good guy and might be worth giving a shot.

Life's continued for her. Squall left and she hasn't heard of him ever since, the guys say that he's just working late but she doesn't really care, or at least she pretends not to care as she fiddles with her nails or plays with them hem of her dress, not showing a hint of interest on the friend that decided to talk out of the apartment a week ago, leaving nothing but a half assed 'thank you' with her.

Tonight Nida doesn't come. He's got a graveyard shift at the hospital but he'll make sure to drop by tomorrow morning, but he's not dropping by for breakfast, no. What they have is completely physical and it'll stay that way, she'll just either invite Irvine or Selphie to have breakfast with her before he drops by.

So she walks into her room and decides to play her music, opening her blinds to let the night light in as she spots a moving truck parked outside her window… and she doesn't know why but her heart tugs at her and there's a pool of tears threatening to overflow at any given minute, and just then she hears the knock on the door, her heart stops and she doesn't know what to do with herself anymore. She takes a step, and then another, and with each step her heart races faster as her hand reaches for the doorknob and this is it. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob and slowly turn it, opening the door to reveal those damn leather boots and tarnished leather pants with the many belts hanging loosely around his waist, the deep v-neck t-shirt is not tucked in and his necklace is lopsided, he's somewhat out of breath and his hair disheveled, as his aquamarine eyes look down on her, that smug smile on his face.

"Hey." He says and her eyes are still pooled with tears, but she won't let them run. She can't.

"H- hey…" Her throat is dry and her heart is racing. "Did you forget something?" She asks and clears her throat.

He's still smiling, "No, just wanted to let you know that I'm back."

"Oh… Ok. Welcome back." She says, her eyes looking down at the floor, dismissing him.

He looks disappointed, but she's too busy looking at the floor to realize. "Thanks." He says, reaching down for her head and ruffling her hair. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He finished as he turned on his heel and headed back into his room… The room right across from hers.

"See you tomorrow." She said softly as he turned and smiled at her, closing the door to his room.

Rinoa turned and closed the door behind her, waterworks starting as she slid her back against the door and slumped on the floor. Did this man had the worst timing ever or did she happen to have really bad luck with men?