They all seemed about average, and none of them seemed to be as nervous as she was. Her heart raced when her phone chirped, as if she were about to be...caught and scolded. She checked her notifications and bit her lip when she was the Fantasia app on her notifications. Opening the app, she saw a message from her partner telling her to move to the back of the car.She hesitated a moment before glancing back, where she saw a man in a hoodie. His head was down, presumably focused on his phone, so. There was paperwork to be done, and he didn't have the stomach for another hour of this.Paperwork turned into a two hour screaming match with the ex-wife. Apparently his daughter was shacking up with the latest boyfriend, and his ex thought it was unreasonable for Mike to stop paying her rent. "You taught her to be a fucking slut," he'd angrily shouted, "You fucking pay for her." He figured he'd hear from her lawyer in the morning. He felt a little guilty about slurring his kid, but it needed. It had become impossible to find work; at least I had food and a roof over my head; things will get better I told myself. Several months passed and it was almost Xmas; I had been in this hell hole for about five months now. My wardrobe had not improved at all; it consisted of Ugg boots, denim skirt, denim shorts, a torn apart blouse, a few tee-shirts and a denim vest. I now had no underwear left to wear whatsoever; it had been either stolen, worn out or ripped apart by Tex. I was sleeping. The thought of being in love again scares me shitless." I know enough to know that I love you, and I'm willing to listen to anything you have to tell me," she said. "Are you going to let the past interfere with your future?" She added with a little giggle, "The thought of being in love scares me too, but I want it so bad I can't - I won't - let the fear stop me."I got up and refilled our cups, then resumed my seat. So many different emotions were flying through my head at once I couldn't keep.