The door to 2A opened and a woman stepped out
with Daryl following behind. He was dressed in a tee-shirt, a wife beater, and
a pair of jeans that hugged him in all the right places. His short, sandy blond
hair was slicked with sweat at the temples. The woman that had emerged from his
place had big hair, makeup that looked like it had been slathered on with a
butter knife, and an obsession with leopard prints. She was covered from head
to toe in spots. Beth wanted to laugh but she didn’t.
“You need to get the AC fixed in your place,
Darlin’. It’s stuffy in there,” she said.
“And you need to remember to stop sitting at
the computer all day, Constance. It’s kinking the muscles in your shoulders and
back up,” Daryl replied.
“If I did that, I wouldn’t need you and your
magic fingers, would I?” Constance said, and then kissed him full on the mouth.
He tolerated it and his smile was almost genuine.
“See you next week,” she said, before turning
to cast Beth a rather cool look. She sauntered off, her somewhat large ass
threatening to break free from her tight leopard print pants. The stuffy hall now
smelled like cheap perfume and sweat.
Daryl lit up a cigarette and regarded her. “Need
help?”
Beth realized she was staring. “No. I’m fine.”
“See you at work, new girl,” he answered.
She turned away and ignored his somewhat smug
grin. She could feel his eyes burning over the back of her body as she made her
way to the storage room. When she came out he was gone. Unfortunately, she
wouldn’t be there alone. Michonne was leaning against ht edoor of her unit.
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