Pandora

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

                “So here’s what we have the fits your budget,” the realtor says, sliding pictures to me.  I cringe at the first building.  Never live in a building with graffiti all over it. 

                “Uh, not this one,” not even bothering to look at the rest of the photos before passing it back to the woman who I believe said her name was Beth?  She blinks a few times before nodding.

                “Uh, yes, if you-if you are sure,” she stutters and I nod.  Ten minutes later, and three graffiti covered buildings, we come to the very last building.

                “Well, here’s the very last one,” Beth says, pushing her frizzy brown hair away from her glasses covered eyes nervously.  She passes over a stack of photos and my eyebrow rises slightly.  This is the first building without graffiti.  I shuffle through the photos, nodding.  It’s a three story apartment building.  The room has three bedrooms, bathrooms in the two master bedrooms and an extra in the hall.  There’s a nice living room along with a spacious kitchen.  “There is one bad thing though.”  I look up from the photos, sighing.  There’s always something wrong.

                “Yes?”

                “You’d have a roommate.  The young woman is renting out the room.”  I sigh, rubbing my head.

                “And there are no other apartments?” 

                She shakes her head, frowning.  “Not unless you want to wait a few more days, possibly weeks.”

                I rub my forehead, getting a headache from not eating well.  “Will I be able to meet her?”  The realtor nods, smiling.

                “I can call her right now and ask if she can come down.” 

                “Please do that, I’ll be in that little café across the street getting some food.”  I leave before she can stop her stuttering.  Seriously, aren’t realtors supposed to be all confident and have “We’re going to see you this house and you are going to like it” type attitude?  I open the door to the small café, walking straight to the counter without even looking at the costumers like I usually do.

                “How may I help you?” a friendly voice asks while I’m staring at the board. 

                “Yeah, I’ll take medium cocoa, one jumbo chocolate chip muffin, and a hamburger with extra pickles,” I say, listing off anything that sounds good.  She gives me a funny look but yells my order back.  I trapeze to a cast iron chair next to the window.  I watch the traffic, frowning.  I’ve been in Ireland for two days and I still haven’t checked out anything.  I play with a napkin in front of me.  After this, I have to go out and just walk around at least. 

                “Miss in the Beatle shirt,” someone calls from behind me.  I turn around to see the cashier smiling at me while holding my order.  I smile back as I get up, grabbing my bag. 

                “Thanks, have a nice day,” I say before pushing out the front door and walk back to the real-estate office.  I hope the girl who’s renting the room isn’t a freak.  I really like it, and I’d hate to live in that inn.  I mean, its okay and all, but I much rather sleep in a bed that I know is mine.

                “Miss Lynch, we’re in here!” a voice shouts from next to me, making me jump.

                I turn around smiling kindly at the Beth.  She keeps on the door open as I walk in.  “Here’s the woman who’s renting out the room, Beth says, pointing at someone behind me.  I turn around and my mouth drops open at the brunette.

                “Marie?”  The girl from the airplane cringes.

                “It’s Mary.”

Short, yes, I know.  And not all that exciting, but it will get more exciting.  PINKY PROMISE!  Coment?  Please?