Mikayla opened the door a little wider. "Antoine? Mr Granger! What are you doing here at this time. It's late.""I came to see you," he said, coming to stand in front of her.She stepped back out of the house and reached up to touch his face. "Is everything okay? Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?" He didn't seem to have a high temperature but that wasn't prove that there wasn't something wrong. She looked at him expectantly, worriedly waiting for his answer."No, I'm fine," he finally answered. "There's nothing wrong and I don't need medical attention."She cocked her head to the side, completely perplexed. "Then why are you here?" A whiff of air blew under her nose. She frowned. "Have you been drinking, Mr Granger?" She asked.He smiled. "Just a little. I'm barely even buzzed.""Oh, I see." She suddenly realized how close they were standing and stepped back."I just wanted to see you," he said.Mikayla sighed. She knew she should have never let him drive her home that

"What are you doing here?" Mikayla choked out at Antoine Moreau who was standing in her doorway."Hi, Dr Wall. I just wanted to come see you. To apologize...for yesterday.""No, you need to leave," she exclaimed, her back pressed against the wall, eyes wide with fear."I just..." he looked back and noticed Nurse Kim and Rachel watching him with interest. He stepped into the office and shut the door. Mikayla shrunk back even more at the action.Her eyes darted to her bag on the ground. Could she reach it in time?She knew she should have put the pepper spray and taser in her drawer. Could see reach in time before he reached her?"I want to apologize for what I did yesterday," he said ashamedly. "I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight. I shouldn't have come to your house that late and in that state and I shouldn't have said the things I said."Mikayla shook her head. "I don't care. I want you to leave." She waved her hand towards the door indicating that he should get out.He noti

Cael wordlessly grabbed Mikayla's bag and walked ahead. At the door, he motioned to her to wait and stepped out first, scanning the surroundings before turning back and saying she could come out.Mikayla stepped out chuckling, completely amused by his overprotectiveness."Make sure you lock up tight," he said."Yes, sir!" She snapped a salute, chuckling. She locked up the house securely, turning the knob a few times to make sure then she followed him to her car. "You're driving," she announced. "I'm too tired to drive." She tossed him the keys and he caught it deftly."I was going to drive anyway," he said, unlocking the car and opening the door for her. He tossed her bag into the back and got in himself."You know I don't even know where you live," she pointed out. "We've never once spoken about it.""Orange estate," he answered.Mikayla gasped. "Orange estate?" Everyone knew orange estate. It was one of those areas in town where the rich people lived behind high fences and gates

Mikayla walked the halls of hospital with her hands in the pockets of her dress. The dress was a cool shade of yellow, almost golden, clinched at the waist by a matching belt and had pockets in the front. She wore gold heels with a matching gold purse and finished off the look with some chic shades. She'd thought of putting a scarf around her neck for added effect but after the incidents of the previous day, she didn't want to give anyone any wrong ideas.Her hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail as usual but her auburn hair looked wonderful against the yellow of the dress. She knew because she spent an inordinate amount of time in front of the mirror that morning.It had felt so strange waking up in Cael's house, even if it was in the guest room. After Armani left, they'd gone back to catch the end of the movie while eating their pizza and then had an extra can of beer eachAfter that, Cael had declared that it was late and that they should go to bed to her utter disappointmen

Mikayla was racing against time. She needed to be at the reunion thirty minutes ago! But she'd had several appointments that day and had closed late from work. Anna had left work earlier which meant she was now ready but Mikayla wasn't. And for someone who was perpetually late, she was really giving Mikayla a lot of flack. She'd already called her twice and the phone was ringing again.Mikayla had just stepped out of the shower. She still needed to take care of her skin, dress up and put on some makeup. Anna would either have to be very, very patient or go ahead without her.She went to grab her phone, reaching out just as it stopped ringing. She sighed and dialled back. "Hi," she said."Mikayla, where are youuuu? Are you ready now?""Anna, how do you expect me to have gotten ready in the..." she checked her phone "...past five minutes since you called me. I basically just had a speed shower. I'm just stepping out of the bathroom.""So you're not dressed yet? Oh no!" She cried. "