The City Of Astan

Adrian

I study her and head to the door before stopping and turning to face her, looking down at the note, "'Whitney, once again, I apologize for last night. I should have known it would happen, and I should have taken all measures to prevent it. As you might recall, I told you it was because of chronic headaches. I feel it necessary to tell you the truth. I'm a half-amnesiac. The former means that I cannot remember half of my life and the parts I do remember haunt me at every turn. Last night was just another day in the life for me.
"'Once more, I apologize, and I hope that I be granted a second chance, perhaps.'"

Whit

I glance up and hold my hand out, "The note, please."

Adrian

I cross the room again and hand it over, taking a few steps back afterwards.

Whit

I nod and take a deep breath before reading over it, flipping it over and writing on the back.

Hey, Ethan.
I understand now, why you were like that, but I just don't feel like we know eachother enough to start over this quickly. I guess...what happened was just a one-time-thing. Just don't hold this against me. You could've told me that earlier. I'd love to start over, I can promise you that, just, we don't really know eachother. Hope to see ya 'round town again. Or in class or whatever.
Whit.

I fold it up and hand it back, "Thanks."

Adrian

I nod and slip the note in my jacket, heading to the door without a word.

Whit

I carry on with my work and take a deep breath, yawning as I put some music on.

Adrian

I head home and set a hand on Ethan's forehead, sighing when I realize he's feverish. What's wrong, E?

Whit

I stand and head out once done, and plop down on a bench in a park.

Adrian

He stirs in dreams again and I sigh, slipping the note in his hand and leaving him on his own.

Whit

I take out a book and start reading, yawning as I do.

Whitney

My boyfriend drops me off at work and I wave to him before yawning and walking in. Being a detective, I always carry around a gun and a brown leather jacket. I walk into the room where my desk is and plop down, kicking my feet up as I check the numerous murder cases around here on my laptop.

Spoiler

Lol. A dance teacher turned into a detective? Alright then.

Ethan

Walking up to the station, I take a deep breath and question whether this was a good idea. As I walk in, I'm greeted by another name and shown to a desk in a room near the back.

"This is where you'll be working, Will," the guy says, "If New York wasn't lying, you'll have your own set of detectives under your control soon."

I politely smile and thank him, getting familiar with my surroundings.

Spoiler

thats what I was going for. Lol.

Whit

A new guy walks in and seems familiar, but I push it aside and get back to work, humming.

Spoiler

Lol. *shakes head*

Ethan

The man walks out and I glance up to find a girl on the other side of the room behind a desk, her hair hiding her face. Glancing away, I focus back on the files on my desk and say nothing.