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Who is it? Part 2

Rose turned her head to look at the clock.
3:20am.
Her big, brown eyes shifted towards Michael.
Michael had his hands placed on the back of his head with a smile on his face.
(Michael)"That was amazing."
Rose didn't reply and looked away form Michael.
He began to bend over to kiss her on the cheek but she moved away from him and sat up on the bed.
Michael froze, looking at her.
She didn't bother to look at Michael, she just grabbed her bag and began to search through it.
Michael eventually sat up beside her.
(Michael)"Something wrong?"
Rose didn't look at him and continued to search her bag.
(Rose)"No."
Michael slowly lay back down and stared at her bare back, all was covered by a soft white sheet but her back.
He wanted to hold her but something felt weird.
Finally she grabbed a tiny, ripped piece of paper out her bag.
She got out of bed and walked to the door.
(Michael)"Where are you going?"
Rose paused at the door but still didn't make eye contact with Michael.
(Rose)"Getting something, stay here."
Michael frowned, there was something going on but he couldn't tell what it was.
He heard the soft footsteps scurry down the stairs.
Rose looked back, expecting to find Michael around but he was no where in sight.
She placed a hand on each of the two handles and opened the doors, the curtains blew back and she felt a warm summer night breeze.
Rose stepped outside and silently shut the doors behind her.
Michael lay in bed, he could hear voices.
He got out of bed and opened the balcony doors but being careful he didn't make a sound.
He peeked at her.
She was holding a phone, her voice wasn't clear.
(Rose)"Tomorrow?"
He heard her soft laugh.
(Rose)"How much?"
He froze, waiting for her voice to break the silence.
(Rose)"Pick me up at 2:30 sharp."
Another short silence.
(Rose)"See you then."
She hung up the phone and turned around.
Michael hid, making sure she didn't see him spying.
He ran to his bed, shutting the balcony doors behind him. He jumped into bed and shut his eyes, pretending he was sleeping.
She walked back in the bedroom.
He couldn't see her but he could hear her clearly.
She was moving around, grabbing belongings.
There was a long silence, he was about to open his eyes until he found an ice cold hand place in his cheek.
He didn't dare move or open his eyes.
The hand removed itself form his face. She walked out the door.
Michael sat up quickly.
Something was happening.

To be continued..

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