Author's note: I new chapter has come... Finally.

Roxas' Pov:

"I'm really sorry to tell you this, but the leak has caused damage in your whole flat. You won't be able to live there for at least three months." The middle aged repairer told me as he closed the door to my apartment, scratching his unshaved chin.

My mouth hung open in despair. Could this really be happening? I mean, getting dumped by your girlfriend, after only three months of dating and then get home to find that your landlord have called a repairer, which you have to pay because it's your flat, for your flat got a water leak and then get told by him that you have no place to live in three months? Sure, I'm not trying to compare to the ones who lives in the countries there families homes get washed away by a flood. But seriously, how can you have such bad luck in one day?

"Is there any chance for me to go in and grab my belongings?" I asked him, searching for options to make this situation a less worse than it already was.

"Nope, can't let you go in there." He told me and I felt my hope, to getting any spare clothes or even a toothbrush, sink to the bottom.

"Why not?" I questioned. The water had ruined my flat so it would impossible to live in there for three months, what more damage could I cause by just go in there a quickie to get some of my stuff.

The older male gave me a dumbfound look. "Because, I say so." He spat out and I could see the small spits fly down to the floor. As soon he a had written down the bill on a piece of paper, he gave it to me and left, promising to start the reaper as soon I paid him.

I muttered thanks, looking down at the bill he handed over to me. 480 pounds? Was that for the inspection or for the repairer of my flat too?

Perhaps I don't want to know.

After my conservation with the unpleasant repairer, I hurried to work only to be met with my boss at the entrance door. Zack, a very kind man who always came with a good mood. Perhaps not one of the brightest, but he was defiantly generous and had a good heart. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have hired me. My day hadn't been so good today. Well, more to put it, my day had been shit so far. I got dumped and lost my place to live. Not mention the giant bill I got to repair my flat. So I told him about my story of the day so far and he listened vigilance to what I had to say.

"Sara dumped you, this morning?" My boss, who sat down on his favourite chair next to the counter, asked me as I took on the chaperon over me, what it seemed, only shirt for three months.

"I think, when she said the phrase 'I think we should see other people', meant that, yes." I told my boss as I started to make a new pot of coffee.

"And your flat has a leak?" He asked.

"That was the repairer told me, yes." I sighed. Thinking back on it, was that man really a repairer. A more overweight baboon that needed a shave and shower.

"So you have no place to live for at least three months?"

"Or more." I said, as I started a new can of coffee.

"And Sara dumped you, so you can't stay with her?"

"I think she would get very much surprised if I even dared to ask her that." I muttered, annoyed. My boss grinned at my irritation, clearly liking this little game of asking me what to do. He could be a pain in the ass sometimes. But he was a very kind man. Even do I didn't have any experience how to work at a café, he still hired me. Given me a job when no one else would.

"But where are you staying then? I doubt you have money enough for a hotel." He laughed.

"Not with this salary." I told him and manage to crack a smile at the small joke. Zack's smile widened.

"Well, there is a very fine box outside the public library that seems very nice." I told him sarcastically.

Zack sighed and finally seemed to take things more seriously. "I'm really sorry, Rox. I would offer you a place at my house, but my wife's brother and his children were visiting over the whole semester. But if you need help with the bill, I can lend you some" He told me.

I smiled. He was a very generous man indeed. "That's ok, Zack. I think I can manage." I insured. That was true. I got some money saving for cases like this, so the bill wouldn't be a problem to pay. And where I should sleep. I still hadn't asked Dem if I could crash at his place. And if he couldn't have me, I could still ask my sister.

The silent moment between me and Zack disappeared as a, familiar, tall man with red spiky hair, opened the door and clamped inside the café. Zack got up from his chair, with a smile on his face, to great the man by the door. I decided to leave them alone to their talk and started to prepare the other coffee machines. I glanced little at Zack and his friend, as they both sat down on one of the coffee tables, chatting. Or more like Zack was the one talking. The red hair always just seemed to listen to his talk, nod and sometimes makes a comment or two. Properly he wasn't just a chatty one. As usual the red haired was wearing his black cloak. He never seemed to take it off.

I caught myself once, when I first started to work here, wonder what the red haired man did. How he knew Zack and what they talked about, or more what Zack talked to him about. He would just show up to the cafe from time to time to talk to Zack and then leave. He never ordered anything. Remembering that Zack had once told me that they had been old classmates. But I couldn't get it together as Zack was in his mid-thirties and the red haired seemed to be in his late twenties. That they had gone in the same school, that I could understand, but it was no way that they could have gone in the same class.

After I have put the other coffee machines on, I started on the other things.

But the thought of where I should stay never left my mind. I couldn't afford a hotel. Not with the bill as well. Demy was a shot, but then I remembered that he had just let his girlfriend move in and I think they want their privacy. My sister, I could stay at, but there was the question if I really wanted to.

"Roxas!"

"I turned my attention from the desk and saw Zack approaching me, with a playful smile on his face. This can't be good.

"Roxas good news." Zack continued. "I found a place for you to stay."

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