"Yes, father, I am perfectly okay. You do not need to worry."

Gale's voice on the phone sounded like a far cry from her low, boyish tones. It actually sounded like a girl's voice, and Gale found her throat struggling to hold onto such a voice without sounding like a falsetto. At least her father failed to catch on from the other side of the line.

"[i]Indeed. Do keep up with your studies. Have a good week, my girl."[/i]

Gale sighed in relief as she placed the receiver down, before she coughed a bit. She didn't sound like that anymore, but she at least tried. The first time she answered the phone with her normal voice, her father asked her if she was Gale's boyfriend. Giving him a heart attack was the last thing on her mind.

She glanced out of the window and smiled. Rain. A rainy day was perhaps a good time to curl up with blankets, forget to wear a shirt and watch old DVDs. A few minutes later, all anyone could see of Gale was a bunch of blankets wrapped around a human, staring at a LCD TV lit up with old scenes from famous movies.

It was upon only the third knock of the door did Gale hear someone at the door. She rolled her eyes. Rain, snow, sleet and hail, indeed. She did not even order anything online, so it was probably the wrong address.

"Wrong address, postman!" she yelled out, followed by some inaudible grumbles towards whoever was interrupting her show. Gale smiled at the prospect of an interrupted day, just before the temporary serenity was broken by the same knocking.

Throwing the blankets aside, Gale grabbed her blazer from the couch and slid her arms into it. "Bastard." Gale clenched her teeth, adjusting the front of her blazer so that it covered her hypothetical bust-line. Even without a proper shirt on, she passed as a guy, but there were things she had to cover up.

Gale stomped towards the door and pulled it open. "What do ya'—"

There was a red-haired girl. In front of the door. Soaking wet, and definitely crying. If someone came crying to Gale's door in the middle of a thunderstorm, it seemed bad courtesy of Gale to [i]forget[/i] who she was.

Though with the red face of embarrassment, that was what she did exactly.

"Errr... come in," the word came out of Gale's mouth before her blank mind came up with another reaction. "I'll get a towel."

Easing Charlotte in and closing the door behind her, Gale sped to the laundry room. She grabbed a towel and tossed her blazer aside in favour of a proper shirt. Gale hadn't been with solely female company for a long time, but she was pretty damn sure that they weren't half-naked with each other.

Returning to the living room, Gale handed the towel to Charlotte with the sort of smile one expected from a caring male friend. Whoever this girl was probably thought Gale remembered her, which made it all the more harder for Gale to come up with the nerve to ask for the girl's name.

"Errr... I need to ask.... errr..." Her fingers twiddled together. Gale's mind was coming up with the strangest of thoughts, all of which to buy time before popping the question. Was this girl someone who was stalking her, thinking of Gale as some sort of dream partner? Did she break up with her previous boyfriend, and think of Gale as the possible choice of her next 'boyfriend'?

Gale took in a deep breath, and shouted out her next question like a badly cooked piece of meat. "I'msorrybutwhat'syourname?"