Cat’s eyes opened lazily. As if they were fighting to stay closed. Somehow, she thought, if her eyes were shut, then the whole world would still be asleep. Sams shillouette dressed the shady wall. It was late Saturday morning. Cat exhaled, dragged herself from the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. She stopped at the doorway and watched Sam iron her white, three quarter length sleeve shirt. Cat’s eyes fizzed over her torso, she studied her black trimmed bra which encased her curves. She let a smile creep across her face as she listened to Sams delicate voice sing along to ‘part time lover’. Cat rolled her eyes, how apt.

“You know, you are wasted down that police station,” Cat joked.

Sam turned towards her with a soft chuckle.

“What can i say, there’s no end to my talents

“I’ve gotta be in work soon but do you fancy drinks later?” Sam continued.

“Ok, Cat replied hesitantly.

“I said i’d meet Tess and Flynn at Rubies about 8ish too.”

“That’s fine, i’ll meet you there.I’ve gotta pick up a colleague on my way this morning so i’d better get going.” Sam buttoned her shirt, gulped the bottom of her coffee cup and grabbed her bag. She leant over to kiss Cat and winked enticingly.

The door slammed in its hinges. Cat sat down and ran her hands through her hair, she pondered whether Tess would bring Frankie. Her head and heart contradicting so fiercely about whether she wanted to see her there or not, like a chronic schizophrenic. Sam blew her mind, she was everything Cat had ever wanted, idylic. But there’s always one isn’t there. This one who haunts your heart, sneaks into your thoughts when you’re off guard. Somebody who just gets under your skin, a craving. Cat stood up sharply with an element of power in her expression and stormed into the bathroom.

It had just gone half seven, Cat was preparing her make-up. She always made the effort, but the thought of Frankie being there made her that bit more precise. Her phone beeped. Text from Sam “Running a bit late. Sorry. Will c u there l8a on xx”.

As she reached the door of Rubies, Cat dusted herself down preparing herself to feel that dart in her stomach which pierced whenever she could feel Frankies eyes on her. Her thought process was cut short when sirens came bellowing down the road behind her, she turned to see a police car speed past and into the distance. Sam’s face catapolted into Cats mind, and she took a minute to compose herself. To get a sense of reality, and to eradicate this sycophant notion.