Back at it Again (One-on-One)

She gave him a slight smile, nudging the door wider.

"Well, he doesn't like people much. But we'll see."

 

Her apartment was stacked with various papers. The walls were painted a warm grey, but it could barely be seen from all the newspaper articles pinned to the walls. It was cozy, if not a little cluttered, and she tossed the cat onto the sofa affectionately before stretching.

"Let's find my laptop."

 

She grinned at him.

"Lots of clever little things."

 

The black cat eyed him reproachfully his tail twitching.

"Or I could not."

 

The cat regarded his hand reproachfully before turning up its nose.

"Too much work," she replied.

 

"That was for a story. That's different."

 

"Very long."

 

"Uh huh. You know me."

 

"Right," she said. "I think it's..." She frowned and tugged a stray piece of hair. "Under here somewhere."

 

She disappeared into the pile of books before exclaiming.

"Aha! Here we go."

She pulled out a silver laptop, her hair slightly disheveled. Slumping onto the couch, she lightly pet the cat's dark fur as she turned on the computer.