Marissa drained the last of her coffee and smacked her lips; it tasted a bit odd at the bottom of her mug. She turned her attention back to the paragraph she was editing and found she was having trouble focussing on the laptop screen; and when she could focus it seemed she had written 'to the benefit' three times.

It had been a long day but was she really that exhausted?

"I think I need another shot of caffeine." she said turning to Scott who was sat on the edge of the bed drinking his own coffee.

Marissa got up and felt suddenly dizzy. She fell to the floor onto knees and suddenly started giggling uncontrollably.

What was wrong with her?

Scott got up to help her but she waved him away. Instead she pulled herself up from the floor by grasping onto the side of the desk.

"I think I definitely need a coffee." she said, trying to steady herself and stop the giggles. "I had no idea I was so tired."

If this was tiredness?

Marissa flicked on the room kettle and prepared herself another cup of coffee. When she picked up the creamer she squeezed it a little too hard and liquid squirted out of a tiny hole in the top.

"There's a hole in this. No wonder it tastes weird." she said but she still poured it into her mug. She couldn't face drinking black coffee.

Marissa's eyes drifted across the desk and her eyes fell into her cell phone. Scott had finished with it a while ago and wasn't she was supposed to call Bianca. She checked her watch, but wasn't really able to focus on that either.

"Do you know the time?" Marissa asked, picking up her phone and walking across to sit beside Scott on the bed.

"Late." said Scott.

He was looking a little dopey himself and was nursing the dregs of his own drink.

"I need to call Bianca!" said Marissa. "She'll worry… and I said I would… I can't break any more promises…"

It was a real struggle to focus on the screen of her phone through.

"God, what's wrong with me?" moaned Marissa. "I can't see."

Briefly, with effort, everything came back into focus. She spotted the missed call symbol in the corner of her screen.

"I think she's left a message?" she said, selecting voicemail and lifting the phone to her ear.

"Are you happy?" Scott asked suddenly.

"What?" asked Marissa pulling the phone slightly away from her ear, distracted by his question.

"Are you happy with Bianca?" Scott asked looking at her with slightly unfocused eyes. "I only ask because… well, you do look happy."

"I'm very happy." said Marissa with a grin.

"And you don't miss it?"

"Miss it?"

"Men…" he asked.

"Men?" Marissa asked, finally understanding the question. "Is this about sex? If so, then no… no I don't. I love Bianca and I've come to discover what, I guess, guys have known for a while… women just have the most incredible bodies. Well, Bianca certainly does…"

Why was she saying this; and to Scott? Marissa wondered. But she couldn't seem to edit her words even as she felt herself blushing.

"So it's that good?" asked Scott leaning closer, but he looked a little surprised himself that the question had escaped his lips.

Marissa gave him and enthusiastic nod.

"Very good." she found herself saying.

Scott leaned closer.

"And?"

"…And …and the rest is none of your business." said Marissa, finally regaining some self-control and pushing him away.

Marissa then remembered the phone in her hand. The message had played in her ear but she hadn't really been listening to it.

"What did Bianca want?" Scott asked as she looked down at phone wondering if she should replay it.

"Something about Madison and Holly." she said with a frown.

Then the kettle popped off distracting her.

Marissa put down her phone and struggled up from the bed.

"I really need a coffee." she said, wondering why she still felt so woozy. "Coffee first; and then I'll call Bianca!"

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