The hotel room was suffocating quiet. Andre set down his bag and flopped down on the bed on his back, staring up at the stark white ceiling feeling nervous about being left alone with his thoughts for the next twelve hours. It was hard to gauge how much time had passed when his phone rang again with a reply from Nathan also in the form of a voice message. He brought the phone up close to his ear on the mattress to listen to it, feeling melancholy at the sound of the bartender’s voice. That brief moment of laughter alone brought a smile to his face. Andre looked at his phone once the message ended, but instead of replying simply replayed it and listened to it for a second time. This was stupid and he felt incredibly lucky there was no one to witness him acting like a schoolgirl over a voice message. Standing up from the bed he wandered around the room thinking he should order some food as to not go to bed with an empty stomach, but wound up digging through the minibar and putting together a makeshift cocktail instead. He lifted the receiver as he stirred the ice, soda, and vodka “two is perfect. Thank you for giving up your day off for this, well talk about compensating you somehow.” Andre sent the voice clip and copy-pasted the address into a text message before putting his phone down and having a taste of his concoction. He concluded he hadn’t had something this bad since high school but continued to drink it anyways.
The following morning he woke up early to have some breakfast and call the movers to ensure the boxes would be dropped off at the right time and at the right address. Afterwards he dropped by his own apartment the for the walk-through so he could return his own keys and repeated the process in Regina’s name at her own place. At noon he met up with the owner and received the keys for the new place, then returned to oversee the unloading of his and Regina’s combined possessions as they were piled up around the foyer and living room area. By one thirty he was already tired from running around and thinking of logistics while using some all-purpose wipes to dust off the counters and a new mop to dust off the floors before the unpacking ensued. Somewhere in between he had scarfed down a deli sandwich and picked up a six pack of beer as a motivational promise to himself that he could sit down and down a few once this was all over.
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What? Nooo I hate it when that happens. I write all my posts on word and copy-paste them on after Gaia ate a 1,200k-word post once. So your teacher sought you out based on your thesis? Damn, that really cool!
