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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday December 5th 2001
"What do you mean my dress isn't here?" Nicole asked the lady behind the counter at the dry cleaners on Bleecker Street.
"It no come back yet, sorry," the woman said glancing up when the bell rang and the door opened behind Nicole.
"I need that dress right now. Can't you call and see if they can bring it by?"
"No, facility in Bronx. They go home already at three o'clock. The dress not come to here till tomorrow," the dark haired woman said.
"I have a party to go to this evening and I need that dress," Nicole said angrily.
"There is nothing I can do. Tomorrow your dress be here."
"Great, just great. Now I don't know what I'll wear," Nicole said folding the slip for her dry cleaning.
"I'm here to pick up my shirts," Skeeter said handing the woman behind the counter his ticket as he stepped up beside Nicole at the counter.
"So they lost your dress?" Skeeter asked seeing the beautiful dark haired young woman beside him.
"Yeah. This just really makes me so mad. I have to go to a party later this evening and I wanted to wear that dress."
"These foreigners, they don't know how to run a business," Skeeter said glancing towards the back of the dry cleaners and watching the woman with her long pole trying to find his shirts among the many plastic bags.
"You must not be from New York either," Nicole said noticing his slow southern accent.
"Nope. I'm from Georgia. What about you?" he asked noticing the wad of money in her wallet as she put the dry cleaning receipt into her purse.
"I'm from Florida," she said closing her purse and picking up a business card from the counter planning to call the Better Business Bureau and complain about her problems with the cleaners.
"Florida. Man I could use some sunshine now. New York is cold," Skeeter said noticing her short skirt under the fur jacket.
"Yes, New York is cold. Nice meeting you," she said pulling her jacket closed and turning to leave.
"Wait a minute. Excuse me. Do you have time to go out for a drink?" Skeeter asked.
"I have a party to go to," she said noticing his masculine good looks.
"Just a quick one, right over there," he said pointing to the bar across Bleecker Street.
"I don't know…." She hesitated.
"Look we're both southerners makin' it in New York, I could use a drink," he said. "Besides I live right over there," he said pointing across the street.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I live on this street too," she said glancing at her watch.
"It's meant to be, don't you think?"
"Here your shirts," the woman said hanging the plastic bag of white shirts on the hook nearby the counter.
"Should I pick up the shirts now or come back later for them?" Skeeter asked glancing towards Nicole.
"I don't know…" she said uncertain.
"Or you can go with me to my apartment and I can drop them off before we go out, or we can have a drink in my apartment. It's totally up to you Miss Florida," he said smiling.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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