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Chapter 2

It had been two days since I had had my encounter with Miles, and ever since I hadn't stopped thinking about it. I propped myself up in my makeshift bed in the lounge, I had to write something, it was driving me potty thinking about every detail of the time we spent together. 

I leaned over and piulled out an old memo pad from the drawers next to the sofa, I pulled the top off a pen with my teeth and spat it onto the bed, I started with the date...

'18th April 2013.

Mike was a charming 27 year old music teacher in South London, he has deep blue eyes and shoulder length curly hair. He stands at about 6ft and is a slender build, we spent the entire evening together, I don't remeber the deatils - I was too drunk. I told him my name was Hannah however, he spent the day with me too. We spent the entire day as if we we're living together, he bought all the food, drink and ciggerettes and we had sex so many times I lost count. He's been single for 6 years after his childhood sweetheart left him to go into work abroad, he is sweet and gentle and a great laugh too.

When he left, he told me 'it's under the pillow', I didn't understand what he meant but when I looked I found an envelope stuffed with cash. He thought I was a hustler and a very good one at that, this left me very confused and I'm not sure what to do with my life from this point onwards.'

I wrote the amount he had given on the bottom of this page and stashed it away for my eyes only. I sat there, content, thinkning about the amazing day I had spent with him, and how it had been interrupted. I crawled out of my bed and stretched as I walked through to the kitchen, mum was already up.

"You must've been up early" I said as I looked over the breakfast bar, freshly made orange juice, milk and water in jugs, bread was ready to be toasted and coissants were looking plump and delicious on the side also.

"Yes dear, you know what I'm like for making breakfast! Now, what have you got planned today again?" She took the glasses that were perched on her nose off and peered at me. "Oh yes, that studio veiweing. I've laid an outfit out on the bed that would be perfect for you to wear, your toothbrush is ready with the toothpaste on and there is a towel on the warmer in the bathroom." 

I crunched down on a spoonful of cereal and nodded at this crazy woman, I finished my breakfast in silence and wandered through to the shower as mother tidied up the breakfast bar. I slid back the shower door and turned on the water, I got undressed as I waited for the water to become hot and stepped inside, relaxing to the feel of the powerful water jets on my shoulders.

I always over-thought in showers, I've had to set an alarm sometimes else I'd be in there hours and run up a huge water bill, I had my  mother to shout at me for a week though, that should be enough!

My mind wanded to Miles again as I washed my long brown hair, I desperately wanted to see him again, but I was worrie he would see me as desperate, let alone the fact that he thought I was a hussy. Mid-thought, I heard the phone ring, I prayed mum wouldn't answer it, but she did. I could just hear the high pitched chirp of her voice but couldn't make out what she was saying. There was a gentle rasp on the door and mum creaked the door open a jar.

"Mum!" I yelped as I tried to cover up, before I realised the middle section on the shower door was frosted, only my knees down and shoulders up could be seen.

"I'm not looking! I just need you to know that that was the studio agent, he's had to bring your appointment forward half an hour, so we're meeting in a hour, so you need to get out the shower now Odette." As she closed the door, I called her back.

"Oh, Mum?!"

"Yes sweet?" she whistled through the door.

"I might be out this evening, will you be okay home alone?"