Temporary Fix (completed)

Chapter 2: The First Call

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the cluttered bedroom. Trixie blinked, her eyes adjusting to the brightness, and slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her face. The events of the previous night surfaced in her mind, unbidden—the crowded club, the beat of the music, and then... him. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, catching herself before she could open the messages.

"Seriously, Trix?" she muttered, rolling her eyes at herself. It had been one night, one random encounter with a stranger she would likely never see again. Yet, even as she thought it, she could feel the pull of curiosity lingering. She glanced down at her phone, rereading the last text he'd sent: For a one-night thing, you're awfully hard to walk away from.

She scoffed, dropping her phone onto the bed. It was silly, ridiculous even, to be thinking about him. After all, she'd moved to the city to focus on herself, to get her career and life in order, not to get distracted by some guy she'd met at a club. But there it was, an inexplicable draw that she couldn't shake. Shaking the curiosity off, she got out of bed to prepare for another work day. While showering, she couldn't help but wonder, so it's really a one-time thing, huh?

She stares at her phone again to see a text popping, but it never came. She gave a long sigh and finally went to work. Once she arrived, her friend, Claire gave her a knowing smile. Trixie catches up on this and looks at her.

"What?" she says as she place her things on her cubicle. Claire follows her and sits down on her chair, still waiting for Trixie to say something.

"Claire, come on. What are you trying to do?"

"I heard you went clubbing last night, how was it dear?" Claire finally speaks up. Resting her head on her hand on the table, waiting for Trixie to give her the juicy details.

She scoffs, "it was so boring." She grabs Claire out of her chair, sitting down right after. Claire exclaims out of frustration. She grabs her chair and wouldn't leave Trixie alone. "Trix, I know I was a jerk for not going with you, but I need the details please," Claire pleases.

"Honestly, clubbing isn't my thing. I was just trying to do something new, it was just a one-time thing," the last statement triggered her to remember Louis. How is he? She thoughts to herself.

"Looks like you did something last night, huh?" Claire flashes her a teasing grin. Trixie refuses to give in to her, knowing that she wouldn't shut up about it if she actually talks about Louis to her. Ignoring Claire, she opens her computer, to do her workloads. Without knowing, Louis just lingers in her mind throughout the day. From time to time, glances to her phone if ever so, Louis would message her at least once. But that text never came.

It's already 5 pm and she's now trying to clock out. Claire follows behind her, "do you wanna go eat somewhere for dinner? I'm so hungry."

Without a doubt she said yes, she was just as hungry as her. Not hungry for food, but hungry for something to just stop lingering in her mind. She thought it would be best to go with Claire to keep him out of her mind. What's so special about him anyway for me to think about him all day?

It was nearly midnight when her phone rang. Trixie was lying in bed, skimming through a book she'd been meaning to read for months but had never managed to finish. She frowned at the unfamiliar number, her thumb hovering over the screen as she debated whether to answer. Part of her already knew who it was.

Finally, she sighed and pressed the answer button. "Hello?"

"Is this Trixie, or did I get a random number by mistake?" The familiar voice sent a thrill down her spine, though she tried her best to sound unfazed.