8 I wuv you too!

"All I wanna say,

Girl I wanna say,

I'm saying that I'm sorry"

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-MARK-

"This better be good Frank." I walk into the apartment that is our 'station' while we're undercover here.

"Jeez what's got you in a mood?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that I had to ditch my hot date for you."

"Oh." He tucks his lips in, "Was that today?"

"No shit Sherlock. So, you better have an actual lead."

"Okay so we went to Buddy's garage to see if he had spoken to Alice recently, maybe for a car job considering how close her Father and him were."

"Get to the fucking point."

"I was getting there before you interrupted" he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Frank!" I yell.

"Jeez, okay." He holds his hands up in surrender before continuing, "He said that she did come in for a paint and plate job, but he refuses to tell us the color and new plate of the car. He claims it's confidential."

"So, in other words, you don't have a lead?"

"You're very impatient."

I roll my eyes in response.

"Since he refuses to talk, boss needs you to kind of, you know, force it out of him." He pushes the air with his hands.

"You need me to go and interrogate him?" I smirk in excitement. I love interrogating people, especially because I get to scare this shit out of them. It's fucking hilarious how scared people get when you threaten to shoot them in their privates.

"In a legal way Mark." He widens his eyes noticing my smirk "We know how you can get." He shakes his head and sighs.

"Fine" I roll my eyes "When does boss need me to go out there?"

"Tomorrow."

"You don't understand how happy you've made me Frank" I touch my chest where my heart is.

My happiness is short lived when Ralph comes to mind, "You'll take care of ralph for me right."

"Ew why would I do that? I hate animals."

"Pwease Fwanky" I coo causing Frank to burst out laughing.

"Don't ever do that again" he clutches his stomach, still laughing.

"So you'll do it?"

"No, plus, we're both going. That was hilarious though." He wipes a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye.

"I thought baby talk worked on children?"

Frank glares at me in response.

I shrug "I'm going now. You know I still hate you right Frank?" I give him my middle finger before turning on my heals and walk out of the room.

"I wuv you to Mark!" I hear him scream from behind me.

How did I end up with such an annoying best friend?

I walk out of the building and into my car to drive to my apartment.

Sighing, I get out of my car, into the apartment building and into my apartment.

The room is dark and I flip a switch to get some light into the house.

The apartment is fully furnished modernly and has a grey and white theme.

I walk int the living room when, in the corner of my eye see Ralph laying in his new bed. The bed Liza bought him.

Fully turning my body, I look at him when I realize something,

"Elizabeth." I whisper.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial her number. I raise the phone to my ear,

Voicemail.

I call her again,

Voicemail, again.

I call her one more time, third time's the charm, right?

Voicemail.

I look at the time on my watch, "It's only 11pm" I whisper to myself. She can't be sleeping already, can she?

Maybe she's just ignoring me?

I mean, I don't blame her, I did kind of leave her at the restaurant alone.

Did I fuck up?

I walk over to pick Ralph up and carry his bed in my other arm.

"We're going to Liza's" I whisper to Ralph while walking to the door.

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I knock on her door three times and wait, feeling slightly nervous.

I never get nervous, so this is new.

She opens the door, wearing silk pink pajama shorts and a silk button down shirt. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun while her thinly cut bangs fall over her forehead. She isn't wearing any makeup and has circular glasses with thin frames on.

She looks effortlessly beautiful.

"Do you plan to just stand there?" she crosses her arms over her chest.

"You wear glasses?" I blurt.

"What do you want Mark?"

Shit, she's pissed. Ever since we met, she has never called me 'Mark'.

"You shouldn't open your door for strangers at night. What if I was a serial killer?"

She fake gasps "You're right." She swings the door shut in my face.

She's really pissed.

"I probably deserved that." I mumble before knocking on her door again.

No response.

Then again,

Still no response.

"Liza, I know your pissed and you have every right to be. But I'm not here for me, I'm here for Ralph."

After a moment, probably of hesitation, she opens the door. "Is he okay?" she asks, not looking at me.

"Yeah, but I'm going out of town tomorrow and I need someone to take care of him while I'm gone."

"How long will you be gone for?" she keeps her eyes stuck on Ralph.

"I'm not sure, a few days I'm guessing."

She reaches over to pick him up from my arms and I give him to her, gladly. "Thank you." I sigh.

"I'm not doing this for you, asshole" she reaches for his bed as well.

"I probably deserve that too."

"You deserve a lot worse." She retreats further back in the doorway "Is that all?"

I should probably apologies.

She might not accept it though.

But I feel guilty.

She's probably just gonna slam the door in my face again.

"Mark?" she asks snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I mentally facepalm myself for saying that.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later." I didn't just say that. I literally did not just fucking say that. Am I actually an idiot? What the fuck is wrong with me.

She nods disappointedly, as if expecting more from me.

I am such an asshole.

"Good night" she drops Ralph's bed and reaches for the door when I stop her by holding her hand in mine.

She looks up at me quizzically.

"I'm sorry about ditching you tonight. I swear to you I didn't want to but I got a work message while you were in the bathroom. It was urgent, so I had to go. I know I should've waited for you. I'm sorry for that. You can be mad at me, but don't be for long. Please? Because, I'd love to maybe give it another try? Like another date to make up for this one." I ramble.

I don't usually apologies to people because i'm never in the wrong, but for some reason I feel compelled to apologies to her. To make sure she forgives me because she interests me. I want to see more of her, to understand her, to get to know her. And I would hate to fuck that up so early on in our relationship.

She smiles at me "Thank you for apologizing."

I sigh in relief.

"And yeah, we can try again another day. But you should probably get home and get some sleep since you have to leave tomorrow."

I smile and release her hand before sighing again.

"Where will you be going?"

"New York." her breath hitches at my response.

She covers her reaction by saying, "Cool." with a smile "Goodnight, Mr. Asshole."

I ignore her weird reaction and chuckle "I'm glad you're not mad at me."

"Who said I wasn't?" she furrows her eyebrows.

"Me."

"Well, I still am." She puts on a stern face.

"You're not."

"I am!" she raises her voice, trying to seem convincing but I still remain the opposite, unconvinced.

I chuckle at how adorable her effort to seem angry is, "Good night Elizabeth." I smile sweetly.

Her face falls for a second but she quickly covers it up by reciprocating a smile, "Bye" she shuts the door.

What was that?

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Song: Sorry by Ciara.

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