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. So I made a run to the bathroom, reached a hairbrush in complete panic, then made two spasming moves around my head. Went back to the hallway. Awaited my fate.
There came the handyman. With a handful of tools, plastic containers, and an apologetic smile on his face. As if he knew his visit was making me uneasy, to say the least.
- May I?
He asked.
- Please, come in - I muttered.
- It hasn't cleared itself since yesterday, has it? - he asked.
I shook my head.
- Unfortunately.
- Let's take a look.
Well, I was hoping for getting away as soon as possible, and for my brothers to come home within minutes. But...
- Oh, crap. It's completely soaked. The silicone. If I'm to fix this, I'll need a new one. Can you call Mikey?
Let the games continue.
I called Mykie's cell.
- He says he needs new silicone.
- So I have to make a trip to Target - he sighed. - Tell him I'll be there in half an hour.
I'm gonna die.
- Mykie says he's gonna come in thirty minutes.
- Sounds good to me. Can I have something to drink in the meantime?
- Sure. Follow me.
Please, God. End my suffering.
- It's a nice kitchen.
- Thanks, Callum designed it himself.
I took a glass from the cabinet and poured some ice water into it, without asking.
- Do you have straws?
I internally frowned, but didn't give it away on the outside.
- Do you mind paper ones?
- Not at all, thanks.
I handed him the glass, and the straw.
He smiled at me once again and opened his lips to say something more.
- So, how come I've never met Mike's little sister before?
Can't he just shut up?
- I've been living in Utah with our aunt. I've just recently came back here - I explained.
- Oh, cool. I've heard some good stuff about Utah. Did you have fun over there?
Just don't say another word. Don't ask me questions. Mind your own business.
- Yeah, it was divine. I loved the parks.
- Mykie tells me you can play the piano.
- Quite a bit. Our cousin taught me.
- I'm having a little homecoming party for my little brother. He's coming back from college, so I really want to make it memorable. What would you say if I asked you to play for us? It wouldn't take more than two hours of your time, and you could stay for the party. Your brothers will be there, too, they're family friends after all.
He took a sip of his ice water and made me choke on it in some alien way.
Why, Mykie? Why?
- I don't really play for audiences.
He chuckled.
- It's only gonna be family and friends. No need to worry about them. Besides, Mykie says you're good. And if he says so, it must be true.
The sound of keys in the lock. Spence.
Thank God.
- Sienna, I'm home! - he shouted.
I sprung on my feet and went straight to the hallway.
- He's in the kitchen.
I gave him a peck on the cheek, and hid in my room.
That was close. Too close for comfort. I'm killing Michael Alexander later tonight.

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