"So.... Rene?" Moor asked questioningly as she came back into the room. She had took us back to her apartment, surprisingly next to a girl I knew lived. Well, she lived in the 1880's. Moor's apartment was small and simple; obvious signs of someone dedicated to their work. My eyes slid over the stack of books in a lone corner. And a hopeless romantic. But, who am I to judge?
"How have you not been fired?"
"I said you were just a neighbor coming to see what happened." she said with a blush sitting down. In her hand was a glass of milk. I chuckled. She wasn't anything like her mother. Who was she again? I met a woman that looked like Moor but she was completely different. Maybe it wasn't her mother.
"They believed that?"
"Well yes."
"Naughty Moor." I teased. Naughty Greek. I frowned. Rene. I had to find her. Wasting time with this woman would achieve nothing.
"Tell me another story."
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