[oom] Room Number 4

[justcallmefee]

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She lets herself back into the bar, one last long look over her shoulder.   The ache in her chest is a cold lead weight.  Lack of sleep and the adrenaline crash make every joint in her body complain.

For a moment, she considers going back to Miami.  But Michael is still fixated on Carla and has no time to deal with her little

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[latino_menace]

Then perhaps this wont be a welcome surprise.

Ramon had been remembering. He'd woken up in an empty bed, immediately recalling what she - they - were doing. The fight, the shootout, the shower, dinner, the car ride...all of it. Bits of it are clearer than others, naturally. Initially, he's focused on the car, with predictable results. But when that's taken care of, the scene shifts to his room and Maria and everything that followed.

So he'd got up and got clean and left a note in case she came straight back here. But he didn't think she would. He thought she'd go to the bar and regroup and that's why he headed through first, made a stop and gone up to her apartment.

He knows what she gets like when she's left alone to stress over things. So he's waiting for her with a bottle of whiskey and a red rose on the table. She'll see him when she comes in. He's just sitting there, waiting.

[justcallmefee]

She smells the cigarette smoke when she opens the door. She opens it slowly and peeks around, eyes wide. He hasn't been back here since she gave him the island.

"Hi."

She sees the rose, and her eyes brim with tears.

"Baby you didn't have to..."

[latino_menace]

He shrugs a shoulder. It didnt take much effort but he thought she might like it.

'Are you alright?'

[justcallmefee]

She nods, scrubbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand. She closes the door behind her and locks it. (Old habits.) It's a good excuse to catch her breath. When she turns back, she's smiling.

"Sorry, I just thought I'd come back here and get a shower before I headed back."

The hand entwined with the chain reaches for the rose, brings it to her nose. Her eyes watch his face, trying to gauge his mood.