Hello :) I have another chapter for you this week :) I hope you'd like it, and thanks Linda for your nice comment. I hope I won't dissapoint you with new chap.

13 September, 2011

He made sure the door was closed and there was no one on the corridor, until he reached to his heavy bag and removed a bottle of Jack Daniels from it. He quickly unscrewed it and took a few, quick gulps while in the meantime he was fighting with three mops to keep them stay straight, and to not put a foot onto bucket. He breathed with relief as familiar warmness filled his body and he knew he was ready to start his new day and deal with upcoming problems. He put the bottle at the very bottom of his bag and covered it with books and his grey hoodie, before he slipped out off the small, dusty cleaning room and threw the bag over his shoulder.

'Everything's fine, Mr. McQueen?' He almost got heart attack when, Ms. White almost bumped into him, when he turned in the corner, didn't expect to meet anyone there.

'Yea, I'm just searching for Mrs. Bunch.' He replied with a fake smile and kept the distance between them as he recalled himself he didn't take his chewing gum, yet. The last thing he needs now, is to be expose by his colleague in work.

'Ah, she's in the right wing, in conferential room.' She smiled, amused. 'And if you still don't know, the meeting already started…' She informed him kindly.

'Oh, shi…Damn.' He smiled sheepishly, his hands were shaking with nervous. 'In that case, I think I'd be going, then.' He pointed at the corridor behind his back and kept slowly walking away, in soul praying loudly to God, to not let her go with him.

'It'd be the best move you can do, Mr. McQueen.' She chuckled and flickered her hair. 'I'd join you later. I need to go to rest room first.' He didn't hear nothing more beautiful today, than this.

'See you later, then.' He nodded his head and with a slight relief that he saved himself from one oppression, he hurried down the corridor, to meet with another one, in the form of headmaster, Mrs. Eleanor Bunch. He popped the chewing gum to his mouth and smoothed the hair on the tip of his head, before he reached his destination and firmly knocked on the door. 'I'm sorry for being late, but I lost somewhere the card with the number of room and didn't have any clue where are you meeting.' He said on a one breath, making few people chuckle and gave him a funny look from their seats around the long, oval table.

'I think I understand, Mr. McQueen.' Mrs. Bunch said from her place from the end of the table and motioned at the free chair, close to door. 'Have a seat, Mr. McQueen.' She never liked him, and even didn't pretend around she feels different about him, and well, he wasn't like her either. To be honest with pleasure he'd kick this old witch in her ass. He wishes her the worst, and he really never felt guilty about that. He never was a saint boy, just like his mother wanted him to be. 'I'm sure everyone knows Mr. McQueen.' There was a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

'Since I'm working here for two years now, I think it shouldn't surprise you, ma'am.' And like always John Paul couldn't stop himself from saying something back to her.

'More surprised me the fact you're still with us, Mr. McQueen.' She replied drily. John Paul only smirked back at her, didn't try to provoke her this time. 'I believe everyone already heard about the changes coming into life from the first September.' She turned toward the others.

'We heard only some bits…' Mr. French replied carefully.

'Of course most of modifications will be touch only the material you'd teach the kids this year, but there's one, big change in the personnel, you should know about.' John Paul licked his lips nervously.

'Someone's going be fired?'

'No.' She replied firmly and he couldn't help but sigh with relief. 'I'd like to announce that this year, Mr. McQueen is going to has his own class.' He wasn't sure if he heard right. 'Like you all know, Mr. McQueen more than once said he doesn't has enough time to teach kids everything what they should know, so I thought he'd be really happy if he gets more time with his pupils.' She flashed him her ugly smile, and if he could, he'd strangle this bat woman in a minute.

'But I thought John…Err, Mr. McQueen is still studying, and I'm sure if he gets his own class, his classes will be collide with his work here.' Mr. French said carefully, and John Paul was very thankful. He always liked this a bit geeky guy, teaching the math.

'Well, that's not my problem. Mr. McQueen will have to choose if he prefers to stay here and earn money, or go studying and leave under the bridge. It's his decision.' She replied, unmoved.

'Isn't he a bit too young for being an educator?' Some brave teacher asked with a frown. He was teaching IT, or something like that. Maybe P.E.? At least he had the body of P.E. teacher.

'Do you have something against it, Mr. McQueen?' Mrs. Bunch asked, watching him intently from her position. Of course he had, but he couldn't let himself to say it loud and lose the job he needs so badly, now. And this bloody witch exactly knew about it. He was just on the lost position.

'I'll do whatever you say, Mrs. Bunch.' He smiled falsely and reached for his bag with a thought if he really wants to survive to the end of the meeting, he'd need to go buy another bottle of Jack Daniel's. But this time, much bigger.

10 September, 2011

New picture of Crystal and Chris found its place behind the glassy door of the bookcase, just next to long forgotten, old camera. He remembered the times when he has been walking around the Dublin with his camera dangling on the black strip over his neck, and each day was taking dozens of pictures. He was good in it. Editors from local press were buying his photos regularly, and sometimes even big fishes were giving him a nice check of money when they spotted interested photographs covering the walls of Craig's apartment. People have known him and he has been in the good way to make a carrier, in the best job he ever could imagine for himself. He just loved it. Simply and straight loved. It was his lover, as Nancy kept calling his camera, jealous of how much of his time he has been spending for his hobby…But then, one day, everything just has to ended.

'Darren, did you see somewhere Crystal's doll?' Nancy called from the kids bedroom.

'No, Nancy. Maybe it's in wardrobe.' He said back and sighed heavily. He'd do anything to be photographer once again, but Nancy would probably cut his balls off, if he'd do it. The earnings are low enough to make him forget about his plans. He has three mouths to feed and work as a photographer wouldn't let him to do it. And he even didn't try to convince Nancy she could find for herself a full-time job. He'd be already dead man if he only mention it.

'Shouldn't you already prepare yourself to work?' He looked with hate at his reflection in the glassy door of bookcase. He was wearing this hideous, red t-shirt with laughing hamburger eating the portion of French fries on the middle of his chest, and damp red cap on the head. He was working in the small fast food restaurant, two streets away from their house, as a waiter, and he hated this job. With his all heart.

'I'm already ready.' He shouted back and shoved the hands to the pocket of his low ridding jeans. 'Chris, Crystal, come here and give your dad a kiss for goodbye!' He called off and smiled widely as his kids stormed out off their room, and with big grins running toward him.

'At what time you would be back, daddy?' Chris asked.

'You'd be already sleeping.' He kissed each other foreheads. 'If you have any problems with your homework, ask mum. She's not working today.' He fished for his rucksack and threw it over his right shoulder.

'But it's math, dad.' Chris almost whined, staring back at him with pleading. Darren knew Nancy stopped on mathematic from the four degree, and well, to be honest he was sure there was any avail of her skills.

'I'm off to work, Chris.'

'But I need to make it for tomorrow!' He growled, close to tears. And like always it was enough to soften Darren's heart. He never was able to say no to his kids, they were too precious for him. It was the only thing he was proud of right now. His kids.

'You know when I'm working, don't you?'

'Sure, dad.' His face brightened up.

'Just pop around the restaurant for one hour and I'll try to help you.' It was the time when the local was always almost empty so no one should make any problems if he takes a small break, or help his son in homework during serving meals.

'Thanks, daddy. You're the best dad on the whole world.'

'I know.' He smirked and tugged for one of Crystal's pigtails. 'See you tomorrow, princess. Be good for mum.'

'I would, daddy!' She squealed and waved her small hands as he made his way toward the front door.

'I'm off to work, Nancy!' He knew there was no point in saying it, but he'd like to get something back from her. Maybe just a flash of smile for goodbye or quick kiss.

'See you later!' But it was all he got from her. He moved his cap down on his eyes and just walked out of the flat, ready to start another, boring, hated afternoon in work.

12 September, 2011

Clothes were everywhere. On the floor, on the desk in the corner of room, on washing machine and even on the bed. He hated the mess he created, but he was in need to find his t-shirt with logo of the club he'd has a gig tonight, and nothing else has the matter now. Even if he knew his efforts are pointless. If he even gets a t-shirt he wants so badly to find, he'd need to iron it before wear it, and that was the thing for which he really doesn't has time right now.

He growled heavily and looked around the mess wondering what his neighbor would say when she comes around and sees that. He pulled some of clothes under the flat, king sized bed, and smiled slightly happy with his small efforts. He was sure it looked way better now.

'Daddy, do you like my new clothes?' He turned toward the narrow corridor and chuckled as he spotted his little princess standing there on her bare foot, in her pink pajamas and with bunny ears on the top of her head.

'Oh no, what a pink rabbit I have here!' He exclaimed loudly and pressed hands to his face. 'And where's my princess? You ate my little princess?' He asked in mocked fear.

'It's me, silly. Jasmine.' She giggled and in few jumps approached him and wrap her tiny arms around his legs. 'I'm not a rabbit.'

'Ah, that's good. I was afraid some hungry, pink rabbit ate you for dinner.' He grinned and raised her up from the floor, so she could settle down on his right arm and he could walk around the room with her. 'You scared me to death!' He touched his chest, just around the heart.

'You're sometimes so silly, daddy.' She shook her head with pity.

'I know, sweetheart. Daddy is very silly man.' He winked at her and approached the small bookcase, next to his bed. 'So what story would you like to hear, tonight? Something about rabbits, perhaps?' He grinned.

'If you read me it.' She said with a big grin.

'I can't, bunny. Aunt Marie would do it for you. I need to work tonight.' He sighed and kissed her, in her pink cheek, before threw some this book on the one side of bed.

'You really have to?' She whined and looked sadly at him.

'Yes, bunny. If we want to keep the flat I have to work.' He smiled softly and looked around narrow, small room making for a bedroom for him. 'You can sleep in my bed, tonight.' He offered, knowing she'd like his offer.

'Okay.' She grinned.

'Did you wash your teeth, bunny?' He asked with suspicious glance.

'Sure, daddy. They're like pearls!' He chuckled as she gritted her teeth together and opened her lips, so he could see them.

'Ah, that's a good girl.' He nodded his head and moved his eyes along her whole body. 'Okay, so your hair are already fresh and clean.' He said as he took a strand of her dark, shoulder-length hair in hand. 'Just like daddy want them to be.'

'You put soap to my eyes!' She whined. 'They were hurting me.'

'I did it accidentally. Daddy didn't want to hurt your eyes.' He smiled softly. 'I've just never had such a long hair like you, and well, sometimes daddy has problems with washing them.'

'I know. It's okay, daddy.' She reciprocated the smile. 'So, can I go to bed now?'

'Not yet.' He disagreed and set his eyes on her pajama. 'I remember you took a bath today, but…' He moved hands under her armpits and raised her above his head, listening to her happy cries. 'I don't remember you washing your feet!' He grinned and pretend he was sniffing them.

'I was, daddy!' She giggled and wrapped her arms around his head as he again let her sit on his arm.

'Now, when I'm sure you're all clean and smelling nice, I can let you sleep in my bed, tonight.' He grinned cheekily. 'But firstly give your daddy a kiss for goodnight.'

'Goodnight, daddy.' She kissed him and gave him the melting heart smile.

'Goodnight, missy.'

'But daddy I need to give a kiss daddy David!' She almost cried. 'You forget!' She was looking at him almost accusingly.

'I didn't forget.' He disagreed. 'You just didn't let me to say anything. You just started sulking and that's all.' He pretended he was hurt.

'Fine, I'm sorry, daddy.' She said reluctantly. 'Can I give a kiss to daddy David, then? He's waiting for it.'

'Sure you can.' He winked and pulled her a bit higher so she could reach the highest shelf of the bookcase.

'Goodnight daddy David.' She said with a small smile and grabbed the photograph of her two dads, before she kissed the face of her second father.

'Now, can I lie you down on the bed? Aunt Marie would be here any minute and I need to go out to work.' He asked almost in plead and decided he'd go to work with his t-shirt. It's not like they're going to kick him out for not wearing it...Or at least he hopes so.

'Yes, daddy, but can I go sleep in my bunny ears?' She looked at him with pleading.

'Sweetie, when aunt Marie sees you in bunny ears, she'd shout at me I'm giving you only carrots and you're turning into fluffy rabbit.' He chuckled as he placed her down and cover her body with black coverlet. 'You want me to have problems?' He cocked his eyebrow at her.

'I'd ask aunt Marie if I can sleep with them.' She said, giving him unfavorable look, which was telling him there are some things, only another woman is able to understand.

'Fine, ask her.' He rolled his eyes and smiled as he heard the familiar steps outside the flat. 'Ah, here she is!' But Jasmine didn't look happy about that fact. 'Come on, smile a little.' He encouraged her.

'I'm sleepy.' She replied and watched how the door of their flat opened and tall, young woman with red hair tied in ponytail and many freckles on the face, came in. 'Hi, aunt.'

'Hello, Jas.' There was a ghost smile on Jasmine's face and it made him chuckle. He knew she likes to be call Jas, so aunt Marie was definitely in her good book now. 'Ready to sleep? And do you have any story for me?' She smiled as Jasmine almost threw herself on the book to catch it, and even quicker handed it to woman. 'And what about you, Spike? You're out?'

'Sure, I am.' He winked at her and grabbed his bag with vinyl records. 'Be good girl, bunny.'

'I would!' She promised and lay flatly on her back, ready for story.

'Do you want me to do something else? Maybe wash some clothes?' She asked with a smirk, as she took a look around his bedroom.

'Err, no. Just keep company to my little princess, and well, just don't look around the flat!' He grinned sheepishly. 'See, you on the morning.'

'Just be careful, Spike! You never know who you can meet on the street at this time.'

'Yea, and if there would be some problems with Jasmine, her medication is in the first aid kit.' He added as he took a glance at his daughter. 'Recently she has, you know…' He licked his lips and gave her a knowing look.

'I know. Don't worry, I know what to do. Just go to work.' She smiled softly and pointed at narrow corridor as the door closed behind Spike. 'Jas, I just go for a moment to bathroom, and then we can read a story, okay?'

'Okay, aunt.' She gently nudged one of her pink, bunny ears and then walked toward the bathroom. The first aid kit was the first thing which caught her stare, when she only opened the door. It was hanging in the centre, in front of the door. She opened it and almost shout, as few white bottles fall down to the sink. She knew Jasmine was a sick kid, but the amount of pills and other medicines occupancy the whole first aid kit, terrified her. But until now she realized in how bad shape the little Jasmine really was.

15 September, 2011

'Just don't panic, Tim. I have everything under control…Yea, I have!' He pushed the box with cereals on the kitchen floor and stormed toward spacious living room with only bottle of milk in hand. 'We aren't going to lose anything. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.' He assured him and turn on the big plasma on the southern wall so he could watch the news. 'Well, I'm watching now, and I don't see nothing disturbing on my new plasma worth fortune.' He snarled annoyed and put the bottle down on the black rack. 'Just fuck off Tim!' He yelled and hanged up before threw his phone on the vanilla couch.

He hated when people were making a fuss, when they lose only few hundred pounds and were panicking that's only beginning and they're gonna lose everything. Most of them were owning few big firms in the country, and they have the audacity to shit under themselves because of few, worthless money! What few hundred there or here, would make any difference for them? It's like drop in the bucket! Stingy assholes.

His phone start playing once again this annoying, loud melody when Tim start calling him, and he knew that the first thing he'd do tomorrow, he'd change this fucking ring. With a growl he picked up the telephone, in the same time as someone rang to his door.

'I hope it's not you standing outside my fucking door, now.' He snarled to handset as he marched toward the front door and tried to button up the buttons of his bottle green shirt with one hand. 'Well, better for you, if it's really not you.' He warned Tim and unlocked the door before opened it widely. He frowned a bit as his eyes stopped at the small girl with two pigtails, in an old blue cardigan and black old-fashioned skirt to the knees. 'Yea?' He said for welcome.

'Hi. My name's Sylvia…' The girl started shyly, but he quickly came into her word.

'Yea, wait a minute. I'll just find my wallet.' He sighed and pressed the phone to his face by shoulder, while his hands were checking jackets and coats hanging next to the door. 'No, it wasn't to you, Tim. I've just have a guest. Some kid wants money for food…'

'No, I don't want!' The girl protested, the same baffling him for moment.

'So what do you want?'

'I'm Sylvia…' She repeated, but he again stopped her annoyed.

'I'm not going to buy any shits from you, girl. Just go away.' He snapped and rolled his eyes. 'You won't believe Tim how young kids they're recruiting now to sell their shitty equipments to the kitchen. World falls to the dogs.' He was going to slam the door, when he noticed a small hand on the frame and girl's head popped inside his flat. He cocked his eyebrow seeing the determination on the kid's face. 'You don't know what's word no means?' That's why he never liked kids! 'Oh, just shut up, Tim. I'm not talking to you.' He snarled and took his phone back in hand.

'I don't want your money.' The girl repeated firmly.

'Yea, I already got it…'

'I'm Sylvia Clarke, and you're my father.' She said on a one breath. For moment he didn't say anything, only watched her with growing curious and self possessed face. She frowned, when the man suddenly start chuckling and roughly moved her aside so he could went on the corridor and looked around.

'Okay, Tim, cut this crap out and show up!' He said with a smirk and start pacing around the floor, checking every corner. 'I know it's your job…No one would fall into such stupid idea!' He snorted.

He kept walking around corridor for good few minutes, but still there was no sign of anyone. Although his hands start slowly sweating with nervousness, he still was sure it was some lame joke. It has to be. But there was only Tim twittering on his ear and the small girl in her grandma's clothes watching him dumbfounded. He gulped and slowly swaggered back to her.

'So?' The girl asked him as he stopped on the threshold of his apartment and leaned against the frame, wondering what's going on here. Maybe he was in hidden camera?

'You can't be my daughter. I don't have any kids.' He replied firmly and without word back to Tim, he hanged up. 'You just can't be.' He shook his head and waggled a finger at her.

'But I am. Just look!' She spin around on her heel like she was presenting herself. 'Grandma says I look just like you!' She smiled.

'It's probably some mistake. I bet there's a lot of kids looking like you or me.' He said carefully and wandered his eyes over the kid. 'Your mum just used to dated someone who looks familiar to me.' He really wanted to believe in it, but her deep, chocolate eyes, dark skin and plump lips just look over too much for some innocent coincidence.

'It's you! I saw the picture with you and mum on the beach. Really.' She assured him.

'How old are you?' There were two or three girls he used to invite for a short vacation on Croatia, but it was years ago. And surely any of them said something about being pregnant!

'I'm eight.' Well, it could be match.

'So what's your name, you said?'

'Sylvia Clarke.' She repeated with a slight smile.

'Clarke…' The wave of golden hair, fit body and long legs to the ground replayed in his mind as he recalled himself the one of his last girlfriends. She was a pretty one chick from Chester. A waitress. And her last name could be Clarke…

'So, do you remember her?' She asked with a flash of her white teeth.

'Do you come here with someone?' He rubbed the back of his neck, still not clearly believing in what was going on here. It was just insane. He couldn't has a daughter. No way!

'No. Grandma doesn't want me to meet you.' It was nothing surprising. If his own daughter came back from vacation pregnant and the boyfriend just left her, then let's say it gently, he wouldn't be a big fan of him.

'So, no one knows you're here?' She shook her head and he just stared at her with disbelief. He couldn't understand how no one noticed that eight years old girl left the house and just go alone to Dublin, to find her biological father…He always knew Clarke had something wrong with her head and now there was no doubt she wasn't the only one with that problem. 'Okay, come in.' He moved aside.

'I'm going stay with you?' She asked excited as she crossed the threshold.

'No, I just need time to think what the hell do with you!' He growled, feeling like his whole world just crashed down. 'Jesus! What a fucking day!'

15 September, 2011

'What can I do for you?' She didn't reply at first, only stare back at her own face smiling widely to her from the entrance. She felt claustrophobic; whenever and wherever she looks, there's her face staring back at her, blinding her with perfect teeth and making sick because of the all bones her dresses couldn't hide enough. 'Ma'am?' She winced slightly and looked with absent eyes at waitress, feeling like she just has been wake up from the bad dream.

'Oh, I want one latte with extra sugar.' She ordered and put few coins on the counter. 'And maybe nut biscuit.' She added as she took a look at sweetness. She almost could hear in head Pablo's voice reminding about her diet, but she really doesn't care about it, now, and witgh pleasure would eat in front of his eyes to show him she can do it. She lost enough of her health for this jerk and she deserves to eat this bloody biscuit or even two!

'Sure, ma'am.' The girl nodded her head and walked away to prepare a coffee. She was going to put her wallet back to her handbag as familiar voice caught her ears. She looked around the small cafeteria confused, trying to localize the owner of the voice, but no one looks familiar to her. There were only five clients, didn't pay even slight attention to her, and three working waitress pacing behind the counter. She took a deep breath and smiled slightly as the girl returned with her coffee and small biscuit on the white plate.

She chose the table in the corner, didn't want to be disturbed by anyone or feel anyone's eyes at herself. She moved the flacon with colored flowers in the middle of the table and leaned back on very comfortable red chair, for the first time this day enjoying her free time. There was no way Pablo could find her, here.

'…Yea, I'm off to home. See you on Monday!' There was the same voice again. She looked around, but she didn't spot any familiar face. She was ready to dump it all on her tiredness and believe it could be the product of her imagination, when young woman with the storm of blonde hair and in a pale blue dress walked around the counter and waved to someone. She knew her from somewhere…but couldn't figure out from where exactly.

She was so absorbed with trying remember who's this woman, she even didn't notice when her elbow slipped out from under her chin, and pushed the plate off on the floor. She cried quietly startled by the sound of crashing porcelain, and blushed slightly as the woman's eyes stopped at her and she smiled softly.

'I'm so sorry.' She stuttered when she approached her and helped to collect the remains of plate. She frowned when their eyes met and there was a flash of recognition at stranger's eye. 'I didn't notice…'

'You'd never believe how world is small.' The blonde giggled as she stood up and threw the porcelain into small bin. 'Hello, Sarah.'

'Err, hi.' She replied unsurely, still didn't has any clue who she was. She felt so embarrassed.

'I'm Hannah Ashworth.' She introduced herself and tugged the band of hair behind her ear. 'You might don't remember me, but we…'

'You've bumped into me!' She smiled, feeling almost proud of herself. 'I remember you, now.'

'So, how are you?' She smiled friendly.

'I'm fine, have a lot of work. How about you?'

'The same.' Sarah nodded her head in understand and quickly looked around.

'You're working, here?' She chatted her up, with hope she'd stay with her a bit longer. She didn't remember when the last time she was talking with someone who's so friendly to her and doesn't try to use her status for their own good. She seemed to be so nice and honest.

'Yea, I'm a waitress.' Another kindly smile from her. For moment Sarah wondered if she keeps doing it because of the goodness of heart, or maybe she really enjoys their small chat. 'You have a day off, or just run away from work?' She chuckled.

'Have a break. My studio is placed in the modern building, just on the corner of street. I'm sure you saw it not once.'

'Oh, yea. I know what you're talking about.' She nodded her head. 'So, I bet you're a frequent visitor, here.'

'It's the only place where can I go when I need to cool down and be sure no one finds me here.' She sighed and motioned at the sit in front of her. 'I know you already ended your shift, but maybe you'd like to keep me company?' She asked and shot her perfect smile. 'Or maybe you hurry up somewhere?'

'I can stay for a bit. Just order coffee for myself and I'm back.' They both smiled. 'Oh, and you drop something under the table. I think it's your phone.'

'Oh.' Sarah looked down and picked up her mobile phone which has to slipped out from her handbag when she put it down. 'It looks like my friend, tried to contact with me.' She added as she noticed few missing calls from Craig.

'Call back, and in the meantime I'll go for coffee. Do you want another biscuit?'

'Yes, please.' She nodded her head and watched Hannah walking out toward the counter. 'Craig, is that you? Oh, hold on! What's the matter with you?' She frowned as she kept listening to his fiery speech, wondering what this time annoy him so much, he decided to call her. 'Just slow down, I don't understand you.' She rolled her eyes and waved a hand at Hannah who looked over her shoulder at her, surely hearing her. She tried to keep her voice down, but Craig's next revelation almost knocked her down on the floor. 'Wait…You're what?' And there was no doubt that this time everyone heard her.

15 September, 2011

'…You're what!' Her shrink, surprised voice made her jumped and almost pour the coffee on the counter.

'Problems, I see.' Her colleague muttered, as her eyes moved toward Sarah.

'Maybe.' She shrugged and was going to come back to the table, when she felt a hand grabbing her forearm. 'Yes?'

'I didn't know you're friends with Sarah Barnes.' She whispered excited. 'How long you know her?'

'We're not friends, Casey. We just met few times.' She replied evasively and once again tried to walk away, but she didn't let her. 'What's get into you?' She was behaving erratic.

'You know I always wanted to be a model…' Oh, so, that was all about.

'Casey!' She snapped at her, irate.

'What?' She put innocent mine at her face. 'I'm just asking you to put a word in about me.'

'Like I said we're just mates, that's all.' She rolled her eyes and jumped back, before Casey could catch her once again. She walked around Sarah's table in the same time as she hang up, and looked through the window with absent eyes. 'Everything's all right?' She chatted her up, but she seemed to not hear her. She sat down on the chair and bended over the table a bit so she could snapped fingers in front of her face. She chuckled when Sarah winced and looked at her confused. 'Everything's fine?'

'Yea…Well, I guess. It's hard to say.' She shrugged and looked down at her coffee.

'What's hard in it?' She smiled, amused.

'I'm not sure if it's something which Craig is gonna like…' She replied unsurely. 'Well, do you remember the guy who was with me the night you've bumped into me?'

'Kind of.'

'That was Craig.' Hannah nodded her head in understanding, but to be honest she didn't has any clue what she was talking about. 'He just called me, he has a daughter.'

'Oh, that's surely a good thing!' She smiled. 'The newborns are so sweet…'

'She's already eight.' Sarah said and bite down on her low lip. 'Or something like that.'

'Oh, so he adopted her?' Her smile widened.

'No, she knocked to his door.' Sarah announced deadpanned and for long moment Hannah stared back at her blankly, trying to process everything in mind. 'Okay, let's forget about it.' She waved her hand and smiled slightly, like they were just stopped chatting about the weather. 'Now, tell me something about yourself. I'm sure your life looks way different than mine.'

'Sure, it is. To mine door don't knock any kids telling me I'm their mother.' She replied confused and met her eyes with Sarah's. 'We're normal.' She added, before bite herself in tongue. She though she just ruined everything, when Sarah spoke up softly.

'Well, I guess that's fair enough.' Sarah nodded her head deadpanned, before both women burst in hysterical laugh. 'I know, that sucks.'

'Nah, you're fine. You sound like a normal girl, just like me.' Hannah said softly and smiled pleasantly. She really start liking her, she seemed to be different than other stars she had occasion met. She was like a normal girl from the town, funny, wit, and like to meet new people. Hannah was sure she could be a really good companion, if she really wants to hang around with her and her friends…But with her status in town, it sounded almost impossible to happen. Regardless of everything, they still were living in two different worlds, and there were some things which would be hard to cross…But when Hannah looked again into her warm eyes, she decided she'd let it give a go.