The Visitor

There was a knock at Amberle's door around eight in the evening. Amberle thought it was much too late to call on someone, especially one of the teachers who lived in the building since they were usually getting ready for class the next day.



But a part of Amberle almost hoped it would be Samantha. Despite the teasing, Amberle would have apreciated the company. Her skin was crawling and her mind was racing, but there was not a thing in her house that could properly distract her.

Amberle opened the door much too quickly. It opened outward, and in her surprise she stepped outside, the door closing behind her.

"Oh, uh, Henry. Hello."

Unlike most other sims, Henry's gaze was steady. His eyes focused on the miniscule movements of her lips and her eyes, never even darting away to peek at her ears. "Good evening, Amberle. I hope I didn't come at a bad time."

"Uh, well, I was doing some stuff for school tomorrow, so uh... yeah."

His lips turned up in a smile. "You seem to be quite a hard worker. Perhaps you need a break."

Amberle considered it. As she stood there staring at him staring at her, she could feel invisible strings pulling her towards him. It was hard to resist that smile or the way he focused so clearly on her as if she were the only sim that mattered.



Perhaps she stood too long in front of him staring stupidly at him because he leaned in close to her so that she unconsciously put a hand on his shoulder, as if she could prevent his body from getting too close with only a hand to stop him. His breath warmed her ear as he gently whispered, "Would you like to come to my apartment?"



Amberle did push him away then. "WHAT kind of sim do you think I am?" Her usually meek voice surprised even her with its ferocity. But he only stood before her with that knowing smile on his face.

Curses sat on the tip of her tongue as an unreasonable anger flushed her face. Before another word could escape her mouth or his, she reached for the handle to her apartment door as she securely stepped forward to seek sanctuary from his dark eyes.

Her body moved much faster than her mind so that her forhead bumped the door before she realized it was locked. In her mind's eye she could see the house keys just inside the door silently mocking her.



Amberle could feel Henry still watching her. She was sure he was trying his best not to laugh. Sheepishly, she turned to face him.

"Shall we go to my apartment and call the manager?"



For a brief moment, Amberle looked at Samantha's door. Samantha most likely stood spying through the peep hole, silently laughing at Amberle. If Amberle were to knock and ask her for help, Sam would most likely pretend she were sleeping.

Amberle decided to save herself the extra embarrassment. "Fine."