This is a joke.
I thought, tossing Little Women on my bed.
Alone with a handyman. Just what I've always dreamed of.
I got up on my feet, then frantically rushed for my wardrobe door. I pulled cheetah printed shirt off a hook and threw it on the floor, then grasped a pair of jeans. I ripped my jumpsuit pants off, and began dressing up, while trying to keep my anxiety attack in control. Best wishes to my naiveness.
While putting on some random make-up, I prayed it conceals at least the dark circles under my eyes, since I didn't have time to search for some better clothes, than the ones already worn yesterday and... Not only did I look like a wild animal, I also smelled like one.
Great. Just great.
The intercom started to shriek so loudly, I barely could hear myself thinking that. I ran towards the door and unlocked it, waiting for the unexpected guest to come upstairs. Then, I looked in the mirror and realized I haven't brushed my hair that day....