𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

40

{Tiara}

I grumble to myself as I park my car, ready to take a nap after a long day at work.

The days are getting longer, not shorter.

I am so happy that I dont have to work again until next Monday.

I yawn as I grab my purse.

A couple days ago Quincy took me bowling.

It's a little weird to finally do things that we didn't get to do before.

I kind of miss our abnormal dates.

These are fun too, I don't mind having to teach him how to play tennis or bowl.

The little cheer he always does when he succeeds is definitely worth it.

We've been on 3 dates and at the end of each one, he walks me all the way up to my apartment and bids his farewell with a sweet kiss.

I'm happy.

For the first time in months, I haven't been absolutely dreading the next day.

I haven't seen him in a few days so I'm dropping by to check up on him.

He lost his expensive phone once again so I couldn't call.

My hands are shaky as I raise my fist to knock on the door.

All of that typing always leaves my hands shaky after work.

No answer.

I sigh as I jiggle the door knob.

It's unlocked.

The door hits something as I open it so I have to squeeze through.

It turns out that that something is someone.

"You've got to be kidding me."
I huff, setting down my purse and squatting down next to him.

"Quincy, get up."
I say sternly.

"What's the point?"
He says it so quietly that I almost miss it.

I'm too busy staring at the empty bottles of wine surrounding him.

He drank all of them?

Puck is sitting on the counter, patiently eating a walnut.

And he's covered in mud.

He must have left the back door open.

There is mud all over the place.

The trashed place.

My OCD kicks into overdrive.

I take a second to take a deep breath.

"Come on, sweetie. I'll help you to a proper bed. It must be very uncomfortable to sleep on the floor. Then you can tell me what's got you drinking and smelling horrible."
I say softly.