[Girl_On_Fire]

Angie stared at the phone and frowned.

What had just happened?

Heart pounding, she started to pace the small apartment. Her throat was dry. Padding to the fridge, she reached in and grabbed some iced tea. With a trembling hand, she poured herself a glass and swilled it down in one gulp.

Would hy really show up at her door? Had hy been stalking her or something? Her phone number was on her Facebook profile, yes, but not her address. Then she rolled her eyes as her own naivety. That information could be easily obtained for free on just about any website.

In the middle of one of her many runs of pacing across the carpet, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the hall mirror. Wow. Impulsively, she ran into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the shower. 10 minutes later, she was dressed in her a low-cut but casual top and her favorite jeans. As she carefully applied her make-up to make it look natural, she wondered what the heck she was doing.

A virtual stranger was about to just show up at her door and she was putting on make-up for hym! What did she expect? Hell, what did hy expect? Hys ego always was the size of a...

The doorbell rang.