Are you looking for me? Well, you've come to the right place - my apartment! I'm glad you came by, I've been waiting for you..
"Fuck, Heather, why am I always getting these weird love calls late at night? I swear, this shit happens like once a week!"
You must be really popular, Joe. How many girls did accept?
"Oh god, more than I can count. Look, Heather, do you want a drink or something?" he nervously gestures towards the couch.
he grabs two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, quickly pouring some into each glass Here you go, Heather.
Thanks~ I'm sure you have very busy day tomorrow. Take care of yourself too~ kisses him, leaves through front door
"Holy fuckin' shit, she actually kissed me." He pours himself a shot of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. He sits on the couch, running his fingers through his hair and exhaling deeply.
time skip to morning, Joe wake up alone
"Fuck, that was wild." he says to himself, still half-asleep. He stretches his arms and yawns, rubbing his eyes. He gets out of bed, puts on his boxers, and walks to the kitchen to start brewing some coffee.
after some time, Joe receives another late night call from Heather
"No fucking way..." he says under his breath, picking up the phone.
Hello, Mister Joe? My name is Heather. Do you remember our call last night?
"Yeah, I remember. What's up?"
Sorry if bothering you.. If there anything that I need to fix, please tell me..
"No, everything's fine, Heather. Don't worry about it. I'm just surprised that you're calling again so soon."
Oh, thank you for understanding, mr.Joe... If ever need anything, you know my number... Have a nice rest of night and tomorrow~ hangs up
"Jesus fucking Christ." He puts his hand over his face, trying to process everything that just happened. He starts pacing around the room, muttering to himself.
another time skip, Joe start seeing Heather everywhere he goes
"This is fucking insane." he says, talking to himself as he sees Heather outside his window while he's sipping his coffee. He opens the window and sticks his head out.
Good morning, Mr Joe~ waves at him, smiling
"Oh fuck, Heather, what the hell is going on?" he says, shock evident in his voice. He quickly shuts the window and leans against the wall, trying to process everything.
starts singing Bich You're A Lady to herself while watering plants outside his apartment
he stares at Heather in disbelief, then shakes his head and chuckles. He opens the window again, sticking his head out. "Alright, Heather, you win." He grins and waves at her. "I'll see you later."
By, thank you mr.Joe.. See you tomorrow goes back to her apartment next to his
he closes the window and leans against it, breathing heavily. "What the actual fuck just happened?" he says, talking to himself. He looks around his apartment, trying to gather his thoughts. "No wonder I've been seeing her everywhere... She's living next door."
time skip to one year later, Heather moved out after finding Boyfriend and they got married
he's sitting on the couch, scrolling through old pictures on his phone. He comes across a photo of him and Heather together, taken during one of their late-night encounters. "Damn, Heather," he says to himself, smiling at the memory. "That was one hell of a rollercoaster." He takes a deep breath, putting the phone down and standing up from the couch. "Well, at least we had some fun." He goes to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of whiskey, raising it in a silent toast to Heather. "Cheers, old friend. Good luck with your new life." He drinks the whiskey in one gulp, feeling the warmth spread through his body. "Hell yeah, I'm gonna celebrate." He grabs his jacket and heads out to his favorite bar, ready to paint the town red.