“What, No. O-kay” Wren said, getting utterly ignored by the short woman pushing past him into his apartment.
“What’s your name” she said, looking expectantly down at her notepad, and then back at him.
“Natalie get in here!”
“Wren. Please don’t do that” He said to the new girl that had materialized by him and began fixing his hair.
The woman surveyed his apartment pointing to the basketball on the floor, “Do you play?”
“Maybe. Why are you here?”
She picked up a picture of a blond girl smiling widely sitting on the table next to the door, “Girlfriend?”
“No, sister. Stop that” He said to Natalie who was inspecting his nose.
“Broken nose, Beth” Natalie reported, before taking her camera out of its case.
“Defending the flaxen haired sister from danger?” Beth probed while scribbling on the note pad.
“No. Seriously?” He asked turning to Natalie, who had picked up Claudette and removed her from the green love seat where she had been sprawling in the sun. “She was ruining the shot”.
“I apologize on her behalf, she’s so unaware sometimes” Wren said dryly, taking an upset looking cat and putting her back into the chair.
Wren’s phone buzzed on the coffee table and Beth picked it up. “Sasha asked if you had the 7 o’clock shift. Love interest?”
“Give me that! Jesus.” Wren grabbed for the phone.
“Defensive. That’s an affirmative”
“She’s nice. Please leave”
“Nice, huh? I suppose she’s also cute?”
Wren placed his hand in his hair, as he often did.