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Jane

"No, Father, for the last time, I have not watched David Attenborough's new show on the telly," Jane rolled her eyes as she switched her phone to the other ear. She groaned, "Because I'm not interested in bloody chimpanzees!"

She looked up from the sketchbook in her lap to see her roommate staring back with her hands on her hips. The roommate raised her eyebrows pointedly, gesturing to the scattered papers and trash gathered on the coffee table.

Jane winced apologetically, still listening to her father. The flustered roommate knelt down and picked up a pile of discarded scrubs from the floor where she stood. Pursing her lips she began throwing them one at a time.

I'm Sorry! Jane mouthed, dodging each article. "Listen, daddy, I love you but I've got to go now. I know, I know, just send me a clipping from the paper. Okay buh-bye." She quickly hung up. "Cindy! Cindy I'm sorry! Hold on just a moment, will you?!"

Cindy chased her around the room. "How-many-times-must-I-tell-you! I'm not your bloody maid!" she mimicked her accent jokingly.

Jane flopped onto the carpet. "I know, just kill me now…" she moaned dramatically, "I deserve to die…" Her yellow umbrella rolled from the windowsill on top of her. "Oof…aha!" it sprung open as a barricade.

"You don't deserve to die, you goof," Cindy sighed adjusting her bandana. "You deserve to be a grown woman and take care of your mess. You know I found two mice behind the washer/dryer this morning?"

"Ah," she peaked from behind her umbrella. "What did you name them?"

"Jane," she snatched away the umbrella, "you missed the point. Mice! Here-In our home!"

"I bet you named them, you tosser. Don't tell me you didn't." Jane smiled coyly as she stood up.

"Well…one of them was pretty cute," she admitted. "He was this little chubby guy…scurried away before I could get a good look at him. He looked like a…Gus-gus."

"Gus-gus? That's hardly a name for a mouse." She walked over to the coffee table to sort out her mess. She scooped up handfuls of old sketches and drawings.

"It just makes me sad that I'll have to set traps now…if only I could simply ask them to leave. Maybe pack some cheese for their journey." Cindy collapsed on the couch. "Oops," she mumbled as she pulled Jane's notebook from underneath her. She gazed at the penciled sketch, then back at Jane who was momentarily scratching at a mystery stain on the table. "Who's this?"

Jane glanced up, "Oh! Oh no one…well…I don't know." She grabbed her sketchbook and picked up her pencil, suddenly remembering what she was drawing. "Met her at a shop. It's just her eyes…" she muttered, "I've never seen such eyes." She retraced the dark lines with pencil, outlining Jasmine's face and shoulders.

"It's amazing how you can do that. You've only seen her once?"

"Sadly," she answered distractedly. Then she gasped, locking eyes with Cindy. "I totally

spaced it!" she exclaimed, as she rifled through the coffee table litter.

"Spaced what?" Cindy sat up, flattening her handmade dress.

"She left me her card! Her contact's on it." She pulled a crumpled bit of paper out from between a plate and some medical texts. "Gotchya!"

"Jaaane. You forgot you had her number?" Cindy asked, frowning disapprovingly.

"Fairly occupied here, thank you. You know, work and art and all." Jane justified, flattening out the card. "Besides, it wasn't that long ago. She'll surely still remember me." With that she jumped up and skipped off to her room.

"'K Bye," Cindy snorted, standing up to continue cleaning.

"Hi, Jasmine?" Jane opened bashfully.

"Yes…?"

"It's me, Jane."

"Uh…"

"Oh-uh-I stopped in your shop a short time ago. I believe I made some riff about looking like Harry Potter…you know, the big ole dykey Brit?"

Jasmine laughed, "Well some bells are ringing…"

"I believe I bought…erm…lube." Jane scrunched up her face, knowing this embarrassment would surface again.

"Ah yes." Jasmine recalled, "I do remember you. Wow, it has been more than a short time I believe."

"Really?" Jane frowned, looking around her room for the In the Rough bag.

"Yeah, you must have been here a couple months ago. Didn't think I'd hear from you." The smile in her voice calmed Jane down.

"Ah, well, I'm sorry I'm not much for keeping track of…anything." Jane found the bag crumpled up under her desk, she emptied it to find the receipt and lube still stashed inside unopened. "Listen, would you erm…like to get some tea with me sometime? Let's say Friday?"

"I'm actually working all weekend."

"Oh, well, maybe I'll just stop in on Monday for my lunch break? Er, your lunch break rather?"

"How about I call you?" she still sounded interested, probably.

"Great! Great. Well see you then. Bye."

Jane hung up the phone. She sighed, "Pathetic."