'Put your hands in the air and step away from the bench.' The man in the mask said coolly.
His partner nudged me with his gun harshly. 'You heard the man!' He roared.
I stepped away from the desk slowly, desperately searching for a silent panic but...
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Before you ask, it isn't what it sounds like. The studio apartment that I live in is actually made for two people, but my Mr. Jaeger, ( my landlord ) let me use one half of it, ( and only pay the rent for my side.)
So, as far as I knew, the other side was dusty and uninhabited. Until yesterday.
After spouting that shocking revelation, Aisha seemed to stop fidgeting so much.
I also noticed the large moving truck behind us. 'Well,' I sighed, 'since I'm here, I suppose I could help you unpack..'
Aisha beamed. 'Thanks, Analisa.' Not skipping a beat, she gave me two suitcases to hold.
so much for heavy loads... I thought.
I tried to push the elevator's button, but spectacularly failed, and dropped my paper bag.
Aisha suppressed a grin, and pressed the button quickly. I took a quick glance towards the rest of her baggage. Why am I so nice? I asked myself.
She seemed to have read my mind. 'The shifting guys said they'd bring up the rest' Aisha muttered.
The lift reached our floor ( a little too slow for my liking ) with a creaky ding .
'Well, ' I croaked, 'welcome Summer Springs!' I manoeuvred my load out of the lift quickly, so as to not embarrass myself any more.
'Listen.' Aisha hesitated.
'Thank you, Ana. I've never really lived alone. . . In an apartment. . . By mysel-'
I cut her off.
'Don't worry about it.' I winked.
'And if you ever need anything, just knock on the conjoining door, okay?' I asked, while opening my door.
Aisha didn't answer. Her eyes wide and mouth agape.
I turned to face my apartment slowly. There's something behind me, isn't there ?
What lay strewn across my apartment was over-the-top, even for me.
Completely filling my studio apartment, ( and glazing poor Aisha's eyes over, I think she has a pollen allergy, )
Were more than a hundred. . . .
daisies.
As if that wasn't enough, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.
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*super long A/N*
hi!
Before you start shouting about how small this chapter is, i would advise you to look at the word count at the previous chap.
That's right.
Almost 1k words.
Anywho, don't worry, I'll be back with an update in 3?? Ish?? Days?
On a sad note, my classes are going to start again.
This might slow down my updating speed like a tiny bit.
