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hugging her quickly.
    As we walked down to my car, I stole little
glances at Rosie. “So, how are you finding LA so far?” I probed, trying to get
her talking.
    She shrugged. “It ’ s alright. Too big for me really, but I think once I get used to it,
it ’ ll be better. The people are
rude here sometimes; I accidentally bumped into a woman earlier when I was at
the store, and I swear she was going to kill me,” she answered, shuddering.
    Barstow was a far cry from LA, that was for
sure. She ’ d have to get used to
that kind of thing compared to what she classed as ‘normal ’ .
    “You ’ ll get used to it. Just learn to stay away from the weirdos, or
become one, that way people will stay away from you,” I
suggested.
    When we got to my car I made a point of
opening her door. She grinned. “My, we really are being a gentleman today,
Nate; pulling out my chair, opening a door. What ’ s next? Will I be getting flowers?” she teased.
    “If you agreed to come out with me, you
would.” I winked at her as I closed her door and walked round to my side of the
car with a hopeful smile on my face. This was going well, and I was on my best
behaviour; plus, she ’ d had a
little to drink, so maybe my luck was changing.
    She directed me to her apartment, and I
looked at her sideways as we drove down her road. It wasn ’ t exactly the nicest street in LA that she ’ d chosen to relocate to.
    “This one ’ s me.” She pointed to a really crappy looking building that was
covered in graffiti. The only thing it appeared to have going for it was that
there was no one hanging around outside it. I pulled in and cut the engine, deciding
to walk her to her door, just in case.
    “I ’ ll walk you in.” I got out before she could protest.
    She met me on the other side of the car,
smiling gratefully as she dug around in her purse for her keys. “You don ’ t have to; I ’ ll be fine,” she assured me, heading to the door and punching in a
code for the external door to unlock.
    “I want to, pumpkin.” I shrugged. She
rolled her eyes and pushed the door open, and I was pleased to see it was a lot
nicer inside than it was out. The inner hall looked fairly clean and no
graffiti covered the walls.
    I followed her up to the second floor, and
she stopped outside her door.
    “Want to come in for a coffee or something?”
she asked.
    I felt like doing a victory dance just
because she didn ’ t actually want
rid of me yet which was a step in the right direction. “Or something would be
nice.” I looked at her suggestively and she groaned.
    “I walked right into that one, huh?”
    I threw my arm around her shoulder and
nodded sadly. “Yep, sweetness, you did.”
    Laughing, she pushed the door open, holding
it open for me to go in after her. I followed her in eagerly, looking around.
The apartment was basic, and half unpacked boxes were stacked all over the
place.
    “Coffee?” she offered, as she headed
towards her poky little kitchen. 
    “Sure.” I followed her in, watching as she
made it. I couldn ’ t keep my eyes
away from her ass. Every time she turned around, my hands were itching to grab
her, so I shoved them in my pockets to remove the temptation.
    “So, it looks like you ’ re almost done moving in,” I observed, trying to distract myself
from staring at her body.
    Rosie sighed and nodded, frowning at the
two boxes in the corner, labelled kitchen non-essentials. “Yeah, jeez, I hate
moving. It ’ s such a pain. You don ’ t realise how much crap you hoard until you ’ re boxing it all up,” she muttered, handing me
a mug of coffee and nodding towards the sugar pot for me to help myself.
    I shook my head, smiling. “I ’ m sweet enough.” 
    “Of course you are, I should have guessed.”
She heaped two spoonfuls in hers.
    “And you obviously need more sweetening to
take off that hard, defensive edge,” I noted .
    She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Come on,
flirt, let ’ s go sit down.”