Uptown Girl
Stephanie stops the car in the parking lot and stares at the 3-story old brick building. According to what she's been told, her apartment is not as safe as she once thought. Why did she insist to come alone? She's just here to take a look. Something may trigger her memory. She's curious about the life she's leading. She's not that eager to move back here, though. She's not sure if she should go back to work for Vinnie, either. Deep down within, she knows she's not yet ready to be on her own. She misses her father everyday. And she almost gasped when her mother slammed the door in Joe Morelli's face.
So she indeed is in a relationship with Morelli. Dates. Kisses. Sex. Engaged.
Once again Stephanie feels the urge to smack her head. What the Hell were you thinking? First Dickie. Now Morelli? Geez. She gives her head a shake to get rid of the unpleasant thoughts. She gets out of the car and takes the wobbly elevator to the second floor. She fishes out the keys and hesitates in front of her door. Everything feels old and familiar. Everything seems new and strange. She opens the door before she has a chance to change her mind. Small bare kitchen. Plain living room. Ugly bathroom—
She stops frozen at the bedroom door.
Someone is sleeping in the bed. Her bed.
Someone clad in black. She can't quite see his face. In the dim light. With the curtains drawn.
He smells of forest. He smells of wind. He smells of snow, rain, and stars.
Her eyes travel from the sleek black boots to the sleek black gun. She blinks. She feels dizzy. Her eyes linger on the Mocha Latte hand.
Should she scream? Should she run? Should she call someone? She stays where she is. She can not make a sound.
The man stirs.
Her heart races faster.
The man sits up.
"Who are you?" She whispers.
"Goldilocks." He almost smiles.
She falls in love.