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fragrances from the large cosmetic houses, and even the cheap bottles that she saw in the school lockers of the second and third years. It was her passion – beautiful, romantic, and timeless. She found one fragrance she particularly liked, but replaced it regretfully. Moving in to the apartment had been more expensive than she’d thought. Daniel wasn’t earning a lot right now, so she’d have to start supporting both of them. She couldn’t afford to buy herself presents.
When Rose let herself into the apartment it was in darkness, so she instantly knew that Daniel wasn’t home. She wondered idly where he could be. The flat was freezing so she put on the heating but couldn’t bear to take her coat off. She opened the fridge; there was nothing much for dinner in there. She thought Daniel had said last night that he would pick up some groceries, but he obviously hadn’t. Luckily, she knew there was some pasta somewhere if only she could find it. She rooted around in the back of the cupboard, eventually managing to dig up a bag and, by dint of a miracle, a packet of stir-in pasta sauce. She’d cook that and open a bottle of wine. It wasn’t exactly going to be a spread worthy of a domestic goddess but hey. If Daniel had wanted that he should have chatted up a domestic science teacher.
She was just lifting up the pasta when she heard the sound of a key in the lock.
‘Perfect timing!’ she called out, placing two steaming bowls of pasta on the table. Daniel came in, his blonde hair plastered to his head from the rain that was still pouring down relentlessly outside.
‘I wish I’d been born in a less moist country’, he said as he gave her a kiss on the top of her head. He was tall and well built, with Scandinavian colouring and eyes so pale that it almost hurt to look directly into them.
‘Yeah? Well, I wish you’d got some shopping in,’ she said tartly.
‘Sorry I was busy’, he said ruefully, giving her a delicate kiss on the top of her head. ‘I was in the library.’
‘You, in a library?’ said Rose incredulously. ‘Why?’
Rose, as befitted an English teacher, consumed books faster than most women consumed chocolate. She had joined her local library because paying ten quid for a book that she’d get a day out of at best was a more expensive habit than smoking twenty a day. Daniel on the other hand rarely bought a book, and when he did he read it slowly, so slowly that months would go by as he meandered his way through it. So for Daniel to say that he had spent the day at the library was like saying that he’d spent his day trawling around the lingerie department in Brown Thomas.
Rose sat down as Daniel uncorked the wine and poured two glasses which the overhead light caught turning the drink a burning ruby red. He handed one glass to her and took his seat at the table.
‘Jenny called me.’ Jenny was his agent. Daniel regularly blamed his lack of work on his agent, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Agents were like gold dust, and with hundreds of aspiring actors and actresses clamouring for every decent part he needed to have someone in his corner. Daniel was a ‘struggling actor’. He managed to get parts in plays, and the occasional television part. As yet he hadn’t been cast in any big productions, or managed to receive the critical acclaim he’d need to kick-start his career. The only regular income he received was from the teenage acting classes that he helped teach at Stage Door Left, a drama school funded by government grants and donations from patrons of the arts. It didn’t pay well, but Daniel liked to be involved with it, because he felt it kept his acting CV up to date and allowed him to mix with people in the industry.
‘She said there are auditions next week for a new play with Onyx Odeon Productions. I was looking up a copy of the script, managed to track it down.’
‘Cool, what is it about?’
Daniel laughed as he speared more pasta onto his fork,
When Rose let herself into the apartment it was in darkness, so she instantly knew that Daniel wasn’t home. She wondered idly where he could be. The flat was freezing so she put on the heating but couldn’t bear to take her coat off. She opened the fridge; there was nothing much for dinner in there. She thought Daniel had said last night that he would pick up some groceries, but he obviously hadn’t. Luckily, she knew there was some pasta somewhere if only she could find it. She rooted around in the back of the cupboard, eventually managing to dig up a bag and, by dint of a miracle, a packet of stir-in pasta sauce. She’d cook that and open a bottle of wine. It wasn’t exactly going to be a spread worthy of a domestic goddess but hey. If Daniel had wanted that he should have chatted up a domestic science teacher.
She was just lifting up the pasta when she heard the sound of a key in the lock.
‘Perfect timing!’ she called out, placing two steaming bowls of pasta on the table. Daniel came in, his blonde hair plastered to his head from the rain that was still pouring down relentlessly outside.
‘I wish I’d been born in a less moist country’, he said as he gave her a kiss on the top of her head. He was tall and well built, with Scandinavian colouring and eyes so pale that it almost hurt to look directly into them.
‘Yeah? Well, I wish you’d got some shopping in,’ she said tartly.
‘Sorry I was busy’, he said ruefully, giving her a delicate kiss on the top of her head. ‘I was in the library.’
‘You, in a library?’ said Rose incredulously. ‘Why?’
Rose, as befitted an English teacher, consumed books faster than most women consumed chocolate. She had joined her local library because paying ten quid for a book that she’d get a day out of at best was a more expensive habit than smoking twenty a day. Daniel on the other hand rarely bought a book, and when he did he read it slowly, so slowly that months would go by as he meandered his way through it. So for Daniel to say that he had spent the day at the library was like saying that he’d spent his day trawling around the lingerie department in Brown Thomas.
Rose sat down as Daniel uncorked the wine and poured two glasses which the overhead light caught turning the drink a burning ruby red. He handed one glass to her and took his seat at the table.
‘Jenny called me.’ Jenny was his agent. Daniel regularly blamed his lack of work on his agent, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Agents were like gold dust, and with hundreds of aspiring actors and actresses clamouring for every decent part he needed to have someone in his corner. Daniel was a ‘struggling actor’. He managed to get parts in plays, and the occasional television part. As yet he hadn’t been cast in any big productions, or managed to receive the critical acclaim he’d need to kick-start his career. The only regular income he received was from the teenage acting classes that he helped teach at Stage Door Left, a drama school funded by government grants and donations from patrons of the arts. It didn’t pay well, but Daniel liked to be involved with it, because he felt it kept his acting CV up to date and allowed him to mix with people in the industry.
‘She said there are auditions next week for a new play with Onyx Odeon Productions. I was looking up a copy of the script, managed to track it down.’
‘Cool, what is it about?’
Daniel laughed as he speared more pasta onto his fork,
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