acquaintance to park the car and got out. As soon as she stepped on the ground - she slid on ice and set down in the middle of the sidewalk. Stupid winter! She was just sitting there waving her arms and singing. “Why don’t you tech your heart to talk la-la-la love love.”
Nigel ran to her trying to help her stand up. She was sliding and grabbing his hands but laughing so hard she just kept falling.
“This song is amazing!” She yelled.
“Which one is your apartment?” Nigel was holding her so that she could twist her arms around his neck.
“The one with a view.” Charlie rolled her eyes. Nigel tried to put her on the ground so she wouldn’t fall. Charlotte yawned. You could tell that he carried her to the entrance. She slapped his hand and made an insulted face and ran towards the door. She had her keys in the pocket. Or did she leave them at the bar? No, she had no time for that! Charlie knocked disturbingly loud. Where the hell was Trace? She had that awful habit of sleeping when people were trying to get home. Tracey looked sleepy as she opened the door. She was wearing a bathrobe and a sleep mask.
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“Charlie, do you have any idea...”
“We have guests! This is Nolan!” Charlie pointed her finger at Nigel and lumbered into the anteroom.
“Nigel Smith.” He came closer and nodded. It was so cute - he was already meeting her friends!
“Come on in!” Charlie invited him and... did she fall again? No-o... although it turned out, laying was so much more comfortable... And she was so-o sleepy....
What the hell... A doorbell. Or was it? Charlie opened her eyes. It was day. She slept through her lectures... whatever. She wasn’t planning on going anyway. The bell rang again. Who could want to see her at this time? At least they could give her some time to dress up. Charlie put on a bathrobe, completely ignoring the fact that she was still wearing her yester outfit: fuck off shirt and black shorts. And what time was it? She failed to find the watch. Ah, whatever. Charlie walked to the door collecting all the corners on her way. How many corners could there be?! She opened the door and leaned against the wall, trying to focus on her guest. Her eyes were still asleep.