Pacey POV
�Wow,� Katie says silently as she enters into my apartment. I laugh a little as I follow her in. She continues to look around. I decide to give her a tour. �We�re standing in the foyer; to the right is the eating area. Past that is the kitchen and breakfast bar. Straight ahead is the living room.� She made her way to the other side of the room, where she obviously noticed the curling staircase leading to the second floor because she asks, �There�s two stories?� As she turns to face me, I try to hold back the laughter. She practically runs up the stairs and I take this opportunity to make a phone call. As I finish with the phone I notice she is heading toward the master bedroom. �I wouldn�t go in there if I were you.� Ignoring me, she continues. I then say, �Okay, you were warned.�
I go up the stairs and follow her into the room. Everything is thrown all over the floor, as usual. She makes her way to the master bath as I try to clean up a little.
�I just got off the phone with my friend Jen,� I say as she comes back out. �She�s off tomorrow so she�s going to take you shopping.�
�Thanks again for doing this,� she says.
�It�s the least I can do. I did hit you with my car,� I say, smiling a little. We walk out of my room and down the stairs as her stomach growls.
�Are you hungry?� I ask. She nods her head yes and I say, �Well, you�re in luck, because I just happen to know how to cook.�
�Oh really? Well, this I have to see,� She replies as she follows me downstairs.
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�Oh my god, this is so good. I haven�t had food this good in forever,� Katie says, then seems to stop herself before she adds, �Hospital food is terrible.� She finishes off the last of the dessert I had cooked quickly.
�I�m glad you like it,� I say. Never have I seen someone eat that fast. It was almost like she hadn�t eaten well in months; must just be the hospital food.
�I think I�m going to head to bed,� she says, yawning.
�Ok, sleep well,� I say. �You�ve had a rough couple of days. Oh, and Jen said she�s coming around 11 a.m. I�ll be at work, so you can let her in.�
�Where do you work?� She asks. It�s been a while since someone has asked me that.
�I cook,� I say laughing, �But obviously I don�t cook well or you would have known.�
�That�s why it was so good,� She says, laughing also. �Well, goodnight.�
�Goodnight,� I say as she heads up the stairs. I turn on the T.V. and find the Red Sox on. I sit down, engrossed in the game.
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