Considering how well it went, the three guys from the moving company had decided to skip lunch and finish unloading early. They didn't have any more projects lined up today and would be able to go home after finishing this. Giselle didn't mind and watched them efficiently place, stack and pile her belongings into the small cubic space. It wasn't nearly as much as many other people owned. Anything that couldn't take dust or moisture was expertly packed into plastic on the spot. If she ever wanted to play Dexter and murder someone without leaving a trail, this would be a good place to start. She chuckled at the thought and felt droplets hit her hair. One step brought her into the space and it was dry again. Ten minutes later it was all done and the man with the weird accent came up to her again while his colleagues grunted a Bye and climbed into the front of the truck.

"All done and done. I hope this is good enough", he offered a smile, exposing a normal shade of yellow teeth that probably spoke for a high coffee consumption. "You've done a wonderful job", Giselle said and meant it. The man nodded and pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket. It outlined a long list of items that they had moved and she mentally scanned through the list. It made her dizzy and she just assumed it was correct. Her signature went down at the bottom and he handed her a carbon copy that he pulled from the paper. "You're off now, right?", she asked and he nodded, "Yea, we've been quick and this job was hardly as complicated as they made it sound!". She laughed at that. Then she gave him thirty bucks and thanks him again for their great work. "Oh, thanks a lot, I'll be sure to split it between us three", he smiled at her again and made his way back to the truck, "Don't let that dude take you to the cleaners! He looked like he would!".

And with that they were gone and Giselle stood within her belongings in the storage space. A weight fell off her, replaced by a sadness as deep as the ocean itself. In the distance Jake walked across and waved at her. She waved back and forced a smile. Her hands went into her pockets after locking up the space and she trotted to Annie's through the drizzle. Once her shoulders were soaked, the cold dampness invaded her skin. Ten minutes later, she curled up under a blanket in a wide, sleeveless top, panties and socks. Everything else was damp and she hung it up to dry in the bathroom. She stared into the distance, far beyond the wall at the other side of the room. Did Ian really want to take her to the cleaners? She wanted to believe that he cared a little. That he didn't want to harm her. Yet when it came to breakups and marriage, the stories of how things blew up into flames were far more common than those of peaceful settlement.

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Despite her mind circling like a vulture in a dry desert sky, she didn't get anywhere. The same thoughts mulled over and over again. Finally she pulled her phone from the charger on the backrest of the sofa and told her mom that she'd stay at Annie's until Friday and come over once the apartment had been sold. The response didn't arrive until evening, but her mother was hardly surprised. Bored and restless, she considered writing someone a message. With a flick of her fingers, the contacts scrolled past her eyes. The further down it scrolled, the older the last message was. The brunette sighed and put the phone away, turning onto her back and pulling the blanket up to her chin. The ceiling needed a paint job. There were multiple spots, possibly a squashed mosquito. Absentmindedly she counted the spots.

When she opened her eyes, a shiver ran down her body and her hands flew up. Someone was choking her. A fraction of a moment later she realised that someone was kissing her, a pair of soft lips. A few strands of blonde hair fell over her head and she responded to the kiss and calmed down. "Good morning, sleeping beauty", Annie said and lifted her head. The woman was sitting in front of the sofa and had kissed her awake. It was romantic, like in the movies. At least on paper. In reality however it startled her, but she wouldn't tell that unless asked directly. "Morning, love", Giselle stretched and pulled the blanket down with her toes. Immediately her chest felt cold from being exposed to the air. "Did everything go well?", her lover asked and placed another kiss onto her lips and then her cheek. She purred and smiled sleepily. A hand found its way onto her exposed breast. The top had moved and slipped between her breasts, exposing both of them. Under the blanket it felt like at least 50 degrees Celsius, so the cold air in the room hardened her nipples and made her skin awfully sensitive.

With a lot of delay, she nodded and wondered if she should ask Annie about her thoughts of Ian scheming something, but this was not the moment. Her girlfriend agreed to this assessment. Fifteen minutes later, her body sunk into ecstatic bliss.