"Did you hear a moving lorry last night?" Jackie Tyler asked her daughter as the two stood in the kitchen, trying to figure out what they could come up with for breakfast. Rose had been busy working and her mother had been on a date so neither woman had much time to pop over to the market to replenish their fridge. Rose shook her head, not sure why her mum would ask a random question. The older blond carried on at rate. "Someone's moved in down the hall. I can't believe it, you know it took us weeks to unpack and settle in. How on earth could someone do it in the wee hours of the night without waking anybody up? It's so weird." Jackie said as she poured herself some coffee while Rose fixed herself a cup of tea. "You oughta go over there with something nice and check it out. Who knows, it might be a handsome young man."
"I've got Mickey." Rose said, knowing her mother and the boy didn't along well, even though they grew up together and thus, knew each other for years.
"I meant for me!" Her mother said.
Rose rolled her eyes and shuffled out of the kitchen. "I do have the morning off. I guess I could go over and see what the fuss is about." She considered aloud as she headed back to her pink bedroom. The girl changed out of her pajamas and into some jeans and a union jack tee-shirt. She brushed her hair out and grabbed her wallet, figuring it would be better to go buy something than try to come up with something in the kitchen. Though she and her mum lived alone, neither of them were great chefs. They got by but Rose knew it would be impolite to offer a neighbor something questionable. Rose called out to her mother who was watching the news. In the background, Rose caught a few snippets. It seemed there had been some break-ins around them but nothing had been taken, nor had anyone been hurt or killed.
How odd.
She closed the door and meandered down the hall, looking out at the gray view. As usual, the weather was gloomy with a chance of rain but it was November and she expected to see the sun in say, about six or seven months. Rose headed down the long flight of stairs and headed down the two blocks to the store. She pulled out her cell phone and sent a text to Mickey to see if he was awake or not, though he probably wasn't, since to her knowledge he spent the night at the pub watching the match. Rose poked around the store and chatted with the old woman behind the counter. Some cookies with dark blue frosting caught her eye so she bought them and headed back toward her flat. As she walked along, she could have sworn she heard someone walking around.
Kids and teens would be in school though, so Rose assumed she was hearing things. The blond headed up the stairs, taking her time still. She was bored, work was boring, everything was boring. Even Mickey was boring, though that was probably because they were such good friends, drifting between more than friends, at some points. Rose finally got to her level and began to walk down the long stretch of open hallway, letting her hand trace side of the rail as she went. There were many apartments open and she had lived in hers so long, she already knew which were still on the market and which weren't. She stopped in front of the one she knew must be the one someone had snagged in the middle of the night, 709.
Knocking once, she stepped back and looked around.
Even though she didn't have anywhere to be and didn't mind waiting, she couldn't help but move to knock a second time. "My name's Rose Tyler, I live a few doors down, I wanted to have a chat, welcome you to the neighborhood." She called out and stepped back, hoping it was a cute guy, rather than some old lady with a collection of cats. They had far too many of those. The girl glanced down at the round sugar cookies with their ocean colored frosting and silver sprinkles. They sort of looked like the night's sky. Of course in London seeing the sky and stars was impossible. It was too bright. But Rose did have fond memories of camping with her mum when she was younger, when they got out of the city, they could see stars much easier. Rose liked to poke around the forest and play games with Mickey but now it seemed that passion had hidden itself away somewhere, leaving Rose in a dull job and a dull life.
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