Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

"Hey... Kimberley, right?" Holding her hand out, Cheryl waited for the woman's response, which didn't take long as Kimberley shook it gladly.

"Yeah," she smiled, the girls accent ringing in her ears.

'She's a Geordie.'

Suddenly Kimberley's smile turned from that of a fake one, into a genuine one. The girl seemed nice, no major downfalls... yet.

"Please... come in," she said. Stepping to the side, Kimberley waited until the woman had entered before shutting the door, and leading her down the hallway towards the kitchen. "Have a seat," pulling the chair away from the table, she montioned for the Geordie to sit down.

"So... Cheryl, may I ask how old you are?" Kimberley asked after sitting down across from the small brunette woman. She was sure she looked like a right nutter, with her notepad and pen, "Sorry. I tend to forget things, and I've had nine other people in today, so I didn't wanna mix people up," she apologized, trying to justify herself.

Cheryl smiled back. "Don't worry about it, and I've just turned 26."

"A couple of years younger than me." Kimberley smiled. To be honest it was the perfect age, she wasn't too young nor was she too old. "I'm 28. I'll be 29 soon though," she explained.

"Ooh really?" The girl asked, somewhat shocked. "You look a lot younger."

Kimberley laughed. Everyone seemed to tell her that. "I don't know what it is! A lot of people say that to me."

"Nah... honestly you do look younger," Cheryl said again, her tone changed to that of a convincing one.

Already Kimberley liked the brunette. She could imagine herself living with Cheryl, something she hadn't done with the others. She seemed polite, and friendly. Although she couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness, which seemed to sit within the girls dark brown eyes.

Looking down at her notpad, Kimberley wrote down the girls age. "Can I ask what you work as?"

"Yeah, well I'm a dance teacher. I have me own school."

Kimberley smiled, surprised. "Sounds good. Any particular genre?"

Shaking her head, Cheryl gave a dimpled grin. "Nah. I do everything really, but me specialty, and what I'm most known for would be me street dancing."

The older girl gazed at the Geordie's upper half. She definitely had a dancer's body. "That's amazing. Do you enjoy teaching?"

Cheryl's grin grew bigger. "I love it... absolutely love it."

Even though the girl was even prettier than Danielle, who was the gorgeous beautician Kimberley feared would steal Justin, she surprisingly didn't fear the same from Cheryl. She just didn't seem like that kind of girl.

"I noticed your accent. When did you move to London?" Kimberley asked.

"I moved here just over five years ago to start up me school. It was hard at first, but I'm doin' well now, and business is good, so I really can't complain." Cheryl answered back truefully, her hands slowly made their way to the table top, where she let them rest.

'At least she will be able to pay the bills.' Kimberley thought. The girl did look well off. The dress she was wearing looked designer, as did her shoes, and the bag that she had so elegantly sat down on the floor beside her was clearly labeled with the name Jimmy Choo. "I love that bag."

Cheryl smiled while looking down at the bright orange designer bag. "Thanks... cost me an arm and a leg."

Kimberley laughed lightly. "Worth it though, it's gorgeous!"

"Excuse me," the Geordie said as her phone began to ring.

Kimberley nodded. Getting up she made her way over to the sink, where she started rinsing the mugs that had build up over the past day. Although she was trying to give Cheryl some privacy, she couldn't help but overhear the girls conversion.

"Yes Ashley!  I'm comin' now... don't talk to me like that!... ok... I'll be there in ten minutes... bye."

"I'm really sorry Kimberley, but I need to go," the brunette said whilst getting up. "I'm sure you will have a lot to think about since you have nine other people to consider. Will you give me a phone?"

Kimberley turned, and watched as the girl fixed herself. She straightened down her dress, and picked up her bag. "I would like you to move in," she said. Cheryl was the only one out of all the people she had met that day, that she hadn't wrote any extra notes for.

Cheryl, 26, dance teacher.

"Really?" Cheryl asked, shocked.

" Yeah," Kimberley smiled back. "You seem like a nice girl."

"That's great." Cheryl said, her lips curling into a smile. "When would you like me to move in?"

The blonde woman seriously hadn't though about that. "Well . . . why don't you pop back over tomorrow. We can talk more. I can show you about, and then we can work out a plan?"

"Ok . . . sounds good. What time?"

"About six ?"

Cheryl nodded. "Ok. I really need to go now. So I'll see you tomorrow at six?"

Kimberley smiled while following the Geordie out of the kitchen, and down the hall. "Yeah."

"See ya tomorrow then," Cheryl said before opening the door and walking out of it.

The blonde watched as Cheryl walked over to a very fancy black porsche convertible. 'Why the f*ck would she want to rent a room when she obviously has money, and could rent a whole house or flat?' she wondered to herself.