There's a Guy in my Fridge

Delivery

You are a normal, busy, 23 year old woman that lives a very normal life... despite the fact that your boss hates the world and makes your life much more miserable, you can handle it. You work in a fashion magazine, as a stylist and assistant for the magazine's creative director for 3 years. You started to do the job just for interning purposes but they ended up hiring you for your great sense of styling.

Your name? You thought once you forgot that, but every now and then a gold nameplate in front of your office reminds you who you are; Ciel Senne L. Sage or, for your friends and co-workers, just Ciel Lee. Your Dad is from France but he's only half French and half Korean. As for your Mom is Korean.

You got most your features from your mom; eyes, lips, shape of your face. But there are distinct features you got from your dad that people envy in you; your nose shape, which according to a surgeon has a perfect shape and your eye color, Dark Grey. But living in a low profile since your mom and dad died, you never let people see those eyes. Seeing them drowns you in so much pain and longing that you know can't be cured now.

You've lived in Korea for 10 years and had learned the language even when you were still a kid. Adapting to everything was easy to you, especially now that you already own a house... well a condominium unit. You live alone and it's been like that for a year already. It was fine for you since you are barely home, so it feels like a vacation house rather than home.

"Sage!" A screeching noise wakes you up from day dreaming. It's your boss, Dianna, your co-workers tell you she only hates you because you're obviously much prettier than her and that she's jealous of it, "Sage! Come to my office at once," The radio called again,

You stood up and took your iPad, just in case she needed to fix her schedule or add something in your schedule. You walked in her office and saw her face looking very red from anger, "Yes, ma'am?" Your voice was your normal and calm, trying not to show her how much she's making your life harder in every call she does,

"I was informed there was a package delivered today... who is it for?" Her jealousy leaps out her voice that if words can cut, you're wounded. She's jealous of everyone that gets gifts and everything else that are delivered, even mail from parents, flowers and chocolates from lovers.

You looked at your iPad and checked the deliveries today, "Uh, that was for Ms. Em... it's her new monitor. Since the last one was broken, the company had to replace it,"

"Who broke it?" It's like she's plotting an evil plan in her head,

You thought she's ask you to break her computer and report to the HR and get a new computer, "It over heated last week from her overnight work... she paid extra too," She looked stunned at how the process worked so she just nods and send you off. Honestly, she's just a lonely married woman who is in her menopausal years and envy's younger girls in their early twenties until those in their early thirties. Her husband is a business man and she's filthy rich, makes them more of a Manhattan type of couple; fake, money-centric and only for show.

"Queen Bitch called you?" It was one of your co-workers, Jenny Park. She's pure Korean but she lived in America for a few years back so she's very liberated in things like this, "Still jealous about the delivery?"

You laughed and nod, "I honestly think she'll kill me soon because of being jealous," She just laughed and walked with you, "Where are you going by the way?"

She has a few folders and her laptop with her as she walks with you, so you thought she's just walking with you until she gets to another workmate, "I'm actually supposed to give these papers to you and ask if you could come to me to Shop,"

"Oh right! You moved in your new house right?" You opened the door to your room and let her in first, "Why aren't you going with Michael?" Michael is her boyfriend of 5 years and they're really sweet,

Jenny shrugged and sat in the couch inside your office, "That too... I personally think he's cheating on me," You've always told her to be careful with Michael. He's a model and is very famous for being a playboy, but Jenny doesn't believe you and just believe that she's Michael's only one, "I saw him one time in a club with tons of women,"

"Told you," You said, sitting back in your chair and looking at the clock and it read 4:45 pm, "Well, let me get those papers and as I process them, let's talk about that devil Michael,"

She laughed and walked over to hand you the papers, "These are for tomorrow's presentation, Dianna's request forms for her to sign and..." She gave you a slip; it was a delivery slip, "For you to sign,"

"Where'd this come from?" You took it and read the words out, "Heavenly Appliance Delivery Service, for fast and Godly way to ship," You looked back at Jenny and laughed, "Wow, these guys sure know how to sell their service," She just laughed and kept looking at your phone. You then continued to read the paper, "Package size: 50"x 120" x 70"... Product name: Love ...Refrigerator, Product Description: Open the doors and find yourself indulging in delicious heaven," With a seriously curious mind, you signed the paper and clipped it in front of your computer. You then turned to Jenny and talked about other random things about her now Ex-Boyfriend.

After the whole evening of hanging out with Jenny and some of your other friends from work, you went home to just rest and finally relax. Jenny didn't finish shopping as some of your workmates said they saw her ex in the mall. You all ended up just drinking and hearing her complain about her mom and her salary, everyone has the same problem... well except you. "Ms. Sage?" If you're wondering why they call you Ms. Sage instead of Ms. Lee, it's because they think sage is your name, not Ciel.

"Yes?" You asked, walking closer to the receptionist. You do live in a condominium so every now and then if there are packages, letters, or bills it's sent to the Receptionist, "Did anyone leave anything?"

"Uh, actually ma'am there's a package waiting for you," She typed in a few things before continuing, "It was already sent in your unit, the storage room was broken so we had to open the unit and place it inside. But nothing was touched and the package is safely in your unit,"

You nod and thanked her for the info. You walked into the only elevator that goes to your floor, the penthouse. All your parents' money was spent on the buying the penthouse and decorating it so your ownership of the unit entitled you to be a stock owner of the hotel/condominium.

The elevator dinged and revealed a red door. You personally brought the door from your house from France and few things were installed into it so it'll fit the hotel standards. You pinned in your password and walked in, and you immediately noticed the refrigerator in the way, "So that's what it is," You suddenly thought of the slip earlier, "I wonder who sent this," walked past it and placed your shoes on the rack and your bag on the table in the living room. You looked at the box and murmured, "I didn't order you but you're here so that means your mine..." You took a cutter and started opening the box.

You finished cutting the sides and turned to place the cutter on the table. When you did turn back though, the box was cleanly placed on the sides of the now unveiled fridge. It was weird but that time you didn't care and just rolled the fridge into your room, it was the only place you thought of putting the new appliance. Since there were wheels on the bottom it was easy, "There," You plugged it in and walked to the comfort room to do your routine; cleansing your make-up and removing your contact lenses. You went back out to get beer, water bottles and some fruits you could put in.

Walking back in, you noticed the doors of the fridge open. "I didn't..." You walked in and opened the door. Nothing was inside, like how you left it, "I probably did hit it open..." You placed in beer, water, some fruits and a box of cheese; your comfort food. After closing the door, you lay down and stretched.

At the sound of the alarm, you woke up and looked at the red lights blinking on the table. You shut it off and stood up, you noticed you didn't change since you fell asleep after fixing the ref. You took your jacket off and walked into your closet, "What to wear... where to go... I don't care," You said continuously scanning your clothes, "Gha... What am I doing in 2 o'clock in the morning changing and just going to eat dinner... amazing,"

Walking back into your room, in now a big sweat shirt and booty short, you opened the fridge and a hand gave you a can of beer. At first you didn't notice, until you looked back inside the fridge. "H-Hi?"