“You’ve been gone for awhile.” I stated, stepping up to the counter.
“I have.” He said, automatically handing me a Mocha Latte and refusing my money. “Use it to get a better apartment. I’ll come by this evening and we’ll talk about the plan.”
“I guess I’ll see you then.” I told him and headed on toward a tedious day at work, calling more people about more random services that I wouldn’t even waste my money on.
That afternoon when I got home from work, I tried to straighten up the apartment some. Ever since the morning when Drew showed up there, I had been a little embarrassed about the horrid conditions. My apartment was literally in shambles and I hadn’t even stopped to notice before. I did the monstrous pile of dishes in the sink and hid the dirty clothes in the closet. Leaning with all my strength against the closet, I hoped it would stay shut. As I walked away from it, one door popped off the rusty amber hinges, letting shirts, socks, bras, pants, and other remnants file out onto the floor. Muttering about wasting my time, I gathered up the discarded items and shoved them back into the cramped closet. Pulling ribbon from a drawer in my bedroom, I rigged the closet door in its proper place and tied the two doors together so that they would stay shut. The bow I tied around the door handles looked like it might pass as a decorative display.
Drew knocked on the door as he walked in and I tossed the remaining ribbon under the sofa in the living room.
“Anyone home?” I heard his voice flow through the apartment.
“In here!” I shouted and realized that I was attempting to straighten out my shirt.
“I brought Chinese.” Drew said, sliding to the ground by the coffee table and setting out a buffet of delicious Chinese food.
“Good choices.” I observed. “Lots of options.”
“I figured we’d be here a while trying to come up with a plan. We might need the leftovers to reheat later.”
With that, we both scrounged down some food, anxious to discuss methods on how I was supposed to beat Sikal without using any magic whatsoever. I was hoping that Drew had come up with some sort of plan or ideas, because I had zilch.
“So what’s the plan?” I asked, finishing off an egg roll.
“To train. To train everyday and every night until you’re ready. Sikal is going to be expecting some sort of trick or deception, but we’re going to be straight about it. You’ll quit your job tomorrow and we’ll start training. It’s as simple as that.” Drew explained nonchalantly.
“It’s as simple as that?” I stuttered. “You mean, it’s as simple as ‘you lose.’ That plan will never work.”
“It will work if you trust me, okay?” Looking straight at me, Drew waited for a reply.
“Well,” I said conceding, “If nothing else, this plan of yours got me two more months of freedom from Sikal.”
“That’s one way to look at it.” Drew told me standing up. “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
“You’re leaving already?” I asked confused. “But you said we would be here a while and that we might have to reheat the leftovers.”
“I thought we’d fight about it a lot longer.” He said simply.
“You don’t have to go yet.” I told him not wanting to be left alone just yet.
“I really do. I have some things I need to gather and do before we start training. I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise.” Drew headed out my apartment door just as the other closet door burst off its hinges, swung around against the other door and let the contents spill out once again.
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