"Jake is such a nice guy. You know that he brought me flowers every single time?", Laury swooned yet another day over her new boyfriend. Giselle had to agree, he did seem to be a very nice guy and all. Almost too nice. It made her wonder what his agenda was, but she kept her suspicions to herself. If anything, Laury did deserve a bit of courting and a gentleman-like behaviour for a change. "I am soooo happy for you. When are you going to introduce me?", the brunette wondered and put on her brightest smile. Her friend just blushed and waved off, "We're not that far along, y'know?". Giselle understood. The shyness barrier, he was too unreal and too delicate to endanger yet. The need to stabilise the relationship predominated the priorities.

"How's the apartment sale progressing?", Laury changed the topic while carrying another box of clothes across the entrance area of Dean's attire for the gentleman. The brunette crunched her teeth in response, not that anyone could hear it. She had hoped it'd be fast, more successful, but nothing yet. "Three people have looked at the place and none thought it affordable enough. When I talked to Carry, she seemed confident enough though.", the woman responded flatly. "How about you reduce the price? Who's to say that this Carry isn't trying to sell it for an unrealistic price?". "The internet claims that my area in the suburbs is quite expensive nowadays.". "Oh, I believe that one!", Laury giggled and threw a playful glance over. "I'll give it another week, I guess", Giselle stated and curled her lips into a smile, "All that remains is finding a new place then". "True that!".

Another uneventful day passed by at work and Giselle got home with the same bus as always. It all had the precision of a clockwork. By the time Annie came home, dinner was prepared and they watched a couple of episodes of some romantic drama. The blonde woman vented a bit about the stress at work, which significantly reduced this week, and finally they either fucked and went to bed, or they went to bed directly. Routine kicked in. As if this had been their evening ritual forever.

The very next morning Carry called. She seemed very excited. "Please make sure the place is in top notch state, because I have a good feeling about the couple I'll be bringing today!". "Alright, when will that be?". "At 14:00. 2pm I mean", Carry said and Giselle could see the smile a person gets when money dribbles into their bank account. The brunette wished to play mouse today and check how it went by herself, but Mr Dean couldn't give her a day off every single day something happened. Annie and Giselle left for work. Together. In the past week the Honda Civic had dropped her off in the pedestrian zone near the shop. It saved her a bit of cash and was significantly faster. Also the goodbye kiss from her girlfriend gave her goosebumps and a huge grin every time she strolled into the shop. "Fuck, you're still glowing. Did you get laid again?", Laury grumbled and her coworker just laughed, shrugging. "Giselle, you're one lucky fuck!", she said and both women laughed while opening the shop.

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Late afternoon Carry called and Giselle took a five minute break to receive the call. Mr Dean had been updated about her troubles. He'd been more than willing to allow her some flexibility, but she wasn't sure why he'd been so supportive. "I think we have two buyers!", Carry announced proudly. "Really? That's amazing!", the brunette responded. Then came the bad news, "They want the apartment by end of the month! Do you think you can make it?". "I… I don't know, Carry", Giselle managed to say. It was the truth. Frankly she hadn't gone looking for an apartment yet. And the market for rental apartments was as bad as the real estate market. "I'll try to get something. Proceed with the sale!", she said despite her gut telling her how much of a bad decision this was. "Great news! I think we may be able to settle everything by the end of the week!". And as sudden as this came, the call dropped and Giselle stood perplexed in the storage area of the shop. She stared absentmindedly at the phone and couldn't quite believe what she had just done. The apartment was sold. Just like that. With all her memories and attachment.

Ten minutes later Laury found her friend leaning against half-empty boxes, tears clinging to both cheeks and her chin. Hands clasped and intertwined, but Giselle didn't quite respond to the touch. "Are you okay?", Laury wondered and Giselle shook her head. "The apartment just sold. I have to move out in less than two weeks", she said with another tear rolling down her cheek. Something tore at her from within. It felt horrible and she didn't even register her friend embracing her tightly.