Gina woke to the sound of knocking. Through bleary eyes she checked her clock. It was 7am. Who the hell was banging on her door at 7am? She took several deep breaths and blinked to try and wake herself up enough to manoeuvre her way through the apartment.

Gina slid out of bed, padded out of her room and over to the door. By the time she got there, she was ready to hurl a tirade of abuse.

“All right, I’m coming, for fuck’s sake,” Gina hissed as she unlocked the door.

“Good morning my little Aussie friend,” Greg perked.

“Why are you here? It’s 7am. No one is up this early. It’s not normal,” Gina scorned.

“Well that’s no way to greet someone,” Greg scolded.

“I don’t greet people in the morning, I throw heavy objects at them,” Gina breathed.

“That would be more convincing if you weren’t wearing—that—t-shirt,” Greg mused and brushed past Gina into her apartment.

Gina looked down and cringed. She was sporting a “Groovfunkistan” t-shirt with Greg’s image emblazoned on it. She’d made it herself back in Oz. Oh the shame.

“I was temporarily mental when I made this,” Gina eventually spat.

“Of course you were,” Greg sarced as he perused Gina’s bookcase.

“Why are you here?” Gina asked, this time obviously frustrated.

Greg turned to Gina and studied her for a moment. “I wanted to apologise. I shouldn’t have taken my wounded pride out on you.” He smiled.

“Damn right,” Gina nodded and crossed her arms.

“Do you forgive me?” Greg cooed.

“Oh gee let me think, let me think: you abuse me, then you abandon me and I’m stuck catching a cab, where I’m made to look a total idiot because I don’t have any idea where I’m going.” Gina scowled as she began to pace. “Oh and then, after paying over $40 to the cab driver and getting dropped off somewhere I didn’t know, I got mistaken for a hooker.”

Greg closed his eyes and bit his lip.

“Oh wait, there’s more. After spending ten minutes convincing some desperate, horny old man that I wasn’t ‘Candice’, the police showed up. I spent a further twenty minutes explaining my innocence and playing the ‘stupid tourist’.”

“I’m so, so sorry,” Greg said.

“Then the police gave me a lift back to my apartment block. Which I found out was all locked up and I don’t have the security clearance you need to come and go at night. So then, I had to climb up the fire escape, enter through a mad old cow’s bathroom window. Sneak through her apartment and get into the corridor. She caught me when I ran into her canary’s cage and it started to cheep. She called security and you know what Greg?”

Greg was trying hard not to laugh. “No,” he peeped.

“I GOT HOME TEN MINUTES AGO,” Gina yelled.

“Oh…I…I…I’m stunned,” Greg smirked.

“You know what else? I DON’T FORGIVE YOU,” Gina announced, raising her voice again.

“Hey, at least you got a great anecdote out of it,” Greg said meekly. “Look, I’ll take you to breakfast, it’s the least I can do,” he added.

Gina checked her watch. “Sorry Greg, I’ve got to be at work in half an hour,” she hissed.

“Are you mad? Take the day off,” Greg suggested.

“I can’t,” Gina replied. “I’m not a celebrity like you, I need the money.” Her last words were filled with resentment and she didn’t even look at Greg as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Fenny had spent most of the night unable to sleep. She’d tried to watch TV but the only channel she could get appeared to be in Spanish. She eventually pulled a sketchpad from her bag and amused herself by sketching Brad, in his underwear.

She was searching the small hotel fridge for something edible when there was a knock on the door. She was surprised but almost relieved; she needed something to break up the boredom.

“Good morning, can I interest you in a donut?” Brad perked and gave Fenny a warm smile.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting…shouldn’t you be…? Sure come in,” Fenny mused and ushered Brad inside.

“Do you want powdered, sprinkled, chocolate or strawberry?” Brad asked, poking about in a “Donut King” bag as he wandered inside.

“Sprinkled,” Fenny replied and helped herself. “I guess I should ask what you’re doing here, seeing as we kind of scooted around all the issues last night.”

“Ritza thinks I’m at the zoo,” Brad replied and flumped on the hotel bed.

“Of course,” Fenny said to no one in particular. “I’d offer you a beverage, but I don’t actually have any,” she added.

“Hey, you been drawing?” Brad mused, putting down the bag of donuts and grabbing Fenny’s sketchpad.

“Oh…ah…nothing special,” she flustered and tried to grab the sketchpad away from him.

“Not so fast,” Brad grinned as he leapt to his feet and began flipping through the drawings. “Oh nice, he looks freaky, what were you thinking? Aw, a puppy…”

Fenny cringed as he turned the next page.

“Oh,” Brad peeped. “That’s, that’s very nice…I like the rose between the teeth,” he babbled, closed the sketchpad and placed it back on the bed.

“I was just…goofing around,” Fenny shrugged awkwardly and began picking the sprinkles off her donut one by one.

There were a few seconds of silence.

“Well, everything has gone all uncomfortable again,” Brad breathed.

“Yeah well…” Fenny nodded and sat on the end of the bed.

“So, what are we gonna do?” Brad asked as he joined Fenny on the bed.

“Finish the donuts,” Fenny replied, looking up and catching Brad’s eye.

Brad held her gaze and gave Fenny a wry smile. “What’s the alternative?”

“We don’t eat the donuts,” Fenny replied coyly.

Brad let out a small laugh, looked at his feet and then back at Fenny. He lifted his hand to her cheek and ran it down under her chin, before he moved forward and pressed his lips gently against hers.

Fenny would have pushed him back onto the bed and ripped his clothes off, had she not been so nervous and so distracted by his sudden change in attitude toward her. She quickly pulled away and look at him, utterly stunned.

“What are you doing?” she breathed, getting to her feet.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” Brad replied as he stood, more than mildly surprised at her reaction.

“You have a girlfriend,” Fenny gasped.

“Yeah, so the last one I had fucked one of my friends,” Brad scorned.

“I thought you’d let that go,” Fenny spat.

“Fen, you think I’d just let something like that go?” Brad snapped. “You really hurt me.”

“So then why are you here?” Fenny retorted.

“Because it doesn’t mean I don’t still love you,” Brad hissed.

Fenny fell silent and Brad looked at his feet again.

“You…you should probably go,” Fenny mumbled.

“Fine. And I’m taking my donuts,” Brad huffed, snatched up the bag and left.