>"crita PLEAGHSE"
>I'm outside the door to the apartment complex
>"Please, I just wanna talk. I was drunk alright, I don't do that."
>Silence
>"Look I just needed the boost for work. You know how it is keeping up with the case. Please. I'm sorry."
>The door is an emotionless monolith as I rev up the apologizer 900. Only for special apologizing emergencies.
>"Look I can't go to work like this, man. I'm afraid of what I did to you. To US."
>Nada. Keep trying. I curl up on my arms.
>"Because it was really special and I fucked it up with that thing I did. With touching you. and now it's all gone. I don't want it to be gone crita."
>The sound of a bolt being turned swings my gaze back up to the door.
>Crita stands there, angry and half-ways ready for work. She just walks away from the open door.
>now THAT'S how you make an omelette. B)