Every time you make a move

A few weeks later

 Monica felt her body wake up, and she felt the warm sun rays from the window falling on her face. Her eyes fluttered open before looking over to the opposite side of the bed, which was empty.

"He had an early start today." She said to herself as she sat up and stretched a little.

She stepped out of bed and grabbed her Thai silk Japanese nightgown hanging on the wall, next to Freddie's kimono, and put it on. Then she headed downstairs and into the kitchen

There was a small jug of wild flowers on the table waiting for her. And propped up against the jug was a small piece of folded paper. She picked it up and unwrapped it:

My darling,

I am so sorry I couldn't be here for breakfast. We had to make an early start today in the studio, but before I left I found these in the back garden. Reminded me of you, my lovely.

See you later, and good luck today xx

"Oh Fred..." she thought to herself as she smiled. She folded it back up for later and went to fill the kettle.

She was glad for his words of support, for she had a job interview for waitressing today and of course she was nervous about it. She had to support herself financially now in her new home. It was a nice, quaint restaurant closer to the city centre but not far away with a rather nice manager; Freddie had taken her there a week before one evening and noticed a sign on the front window advertising applications. Her friend Paula on the other hand, decided to break it off with Derek and go back home to Belfast; unfortunately it had not gone on anywhere the next morning, and she had to go back for universities anyway. Monica was grateful that Freddie was different. He was so far caring, empathetic, devoted to her as much as she was to him, and happy now that he was so in love. He helped her settle in and move and unpack her boxes, and took her to the studio one day to meet the boys, which luckily she enjoyed and she got on well with all of them. At home her mum and dad wished her well, knowing that there was a course in London that she applied for as well, so if anything went wrong she'd still have a sense of security and a reason to stay.

After she fed the cats (whom she got on very well with, as her family had one named Missy at home) and had breakfast she went upstairs to brush her hair and get dressed in something simple, presentable and sophisticated. She chose her black A line dress and green shirt to go underneath, and wore her brown shoes with tights. She brushed her hair and and grabbed her camel coat before heading out the door, feeling incredibly nervous...

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"Well, Monica," the manager Mrs Christina Bradley adjusted the papers in her hand as the two sat across from one another at a table in the closed restaurant. "I think you're fine. You've got the job."

"Oh thank you," Monica smiled in relief and shook her hand. "When do I start?"

"Well, I'm going on holiday with my family. I expect you here Thursday of next week at four pm sharp, alright?"

"Alright." They both stood up. "I will see you then. Have a good holiday."

"Thank you," Mrs Bradley smiled. "Looking foreword to working with you."

When she had gotten outside she went to the nearest telephone box and dialled the number to the studio she kept in her purse.

"Hello Wessex Studios?" The secretary answered.

"Hello, is that Linda?" She asked. "It's Monica, Freddie's girlfriend."

"Oh hello Monica, do you want to speak with him or pass on a message?"