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Nicolette nodded slowly. âOkay.â She felt sheepish, unsure of what to say and afraid to say anything at all and risk saying the wrong thing. âThank you,â was what she resorted to, her posture relaxing and her legs uncrossing to let her feet rest on the floor. âIâm sorry this probably isnât the night you were planning. It isnât really mine either. I could get you a drink in the kitchen if you want me toâŚâ She waited for him to answer; that was how she made her ex happy in the past, waiting on him, offering to do anything for him that would keep his anger at bay. âMaybe one to help you forget that youâll be sleeping on a pink couch?â Her lips twitched into a smile, the woman rubbing the soft, velour fabric beneath her palm. âItâs small, but itâs mine,â Nicolette sighed, referring to her studio apartment. âI came here and I got everything last thing I saw that I wanted. It makes me happy. It was one of the first things that actually made me happy in years. Then I got Janis.â The black cat looked content beside David on the couch, pawing lightly at his lap. âI think she likes you.â
As soon as she asked him to stay he knew what he was going to do. He wouldnât be sleeping. He was going to sit up on that couch and make sure no one came in or out. He shook his head, âplease donât apologize. Iâm glad I could be here.âHe shook his head, âNo thank you, just some water would be nice though.â He wanted to stay alert, but he didnât ask for coffee because he didnât want her to know he wasnât planning on sleeping. He smiled as she explained the furniture and shrugged slightly, âlook I wouldnât pick this stuff for myself. But, I think its great that you have somethings that yours, and that you love.â He scratched the cats head, âSheâs a cute cat. Did you name her after Janis Joplin?â
















