Opposites attract

Part 3

Beca was about to sit down and eat dinner when she heard a loud knock on her door. She rolled her eyes and briskly walked to the door, and opened it. Standing in the doorway was Kommissar. "What," Beca growled at the tall tanned woman. "Good to see you too tiny girl," Kommissar said smiling at Beca. Beca never noticed how beautiful Kommissar was until now. The way the light hit the highlights of her structured face, forced Beca to keep staring. "I found your house sitting flyer down stairs," Kommissar said inviting herself into Becas apartment.
"Uh huh," Beca said not moving her eyes away from the toned goddess in her room.
"Well me and my girlfriend are going away for a week, I need you to check on our place once a day," Kommissar said turning around to face Beca.
"Oh, yeah, right, girlfriend," Beca said snapping her self out of her dazed stare. Kommissar nodded chuckling under her breath. "Why do you need your apartment to be checked on everyday?"
"I can have some secrets to myself cant I," Kommissar said walking closer to Beca. "Just poke your head in to see if everything is still in order no need to look around." With that Kommissar handed Beca the keys and left. Secretly Kommissar was noticing how beautiful Beca was too.

For the next couple of days Beca would go in and check on Kommissar's place, and look around her apartment. Beca would sometimes go into Kommissar's closet and smell her clothes. Beca liked the smell of Kommissars cinnamon sent. Beca would take a piece of clothing and go stand by Kommissar's window and look out onto the city. Half way into the week Becas relaxing check up was interrupted. The door swung open and Kommissar flung herself onto the couch in a puddle of tears. Beca threw Kommissars shirt to the ground and froze in fear. "Were you smelling my shirt," Kommissar questioned as she sat up and whipped her tears.
"No, yes, maybe," Beca said hesitantly. Kommissar laughed through her tears and gestured Beca to sit down. "Everything okay," Beca questioned staring at the still weeping Kommissar.
"Not really, I caught my girlfriend cheating," Kommissar whispered through her crying. Beca perked up, but then remember she had to be sad.
"Oh I'm so sorry," Beca said trying to sound genuinely sorry.
"You don't sound sorry," Kommissar said smiling, and looking at Beca. Beca opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. "45," Beca blurted out after the long pause of silence. Kommissar smiled and handed forty-five dollars to Beca. Beca smiled, nodded and headed out of the door.

When Beca got back to her room, next door she couldn't stop smiling, the thought of Kommissar made her happy and excited.