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Kasim spent an entire week trying to convince himself that leaving Eastport was the right decision, but as the days passed his thoughts of Angel only increased. As much as he tried to resist, the following Saturday, he was back in his truck making the two hour drive all over again. After charming Angel’s apartment number from a nosy, elderly neighbor, Kasim sat on the stairs in Angel’s hallway trying to muster up the nerve to ring her doorbell. As luck would have it, fate intervenes when he hears the lock click on the apartment door.
Angel grunts and mumbles under her breath as she struggles to stuff a large bag of garbage down the narrow trash shute.
Angel: Why is this stupid thing so small?
While pushing and pulling on the compactor door to force the garbage down, Angel gets a strange feeling that she’s not alone and quickly looks over her shoulder towards the stairs. When her eyes confirm the hallway is empty, she goes back to fighting with the garbage bag. Just as she makes the final push on the chute door to get the bag to go down, she hears her name and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Kasim: What’s up, Angel? Long time no see?
Kasim: Damn, what you jumping for? I’m not gonna do anything to you.
He walks towards her, but stops short when he sees the look of terror on her face.
Kasim: What’s wrong? Why are you looking like that?
Angel tries to calm herself and steady her heart from beating out her chest.
Angel: Nothing’s wrong, you just scared me. I wasn’t expecting to see you. What are doing here? How did you find me?
Kasim: I followed you from St. Claire last Saturday.
Angel: You did what?!
Kasim: I knew you’d be angry. That’s why I didn’t say anything to you last week. I only came back because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I miss you so much. You don’t miss me at all?
She ignored the question.
Angel: Kasim, this is not a good time. You’ve caught me completely off guard. We can’t have this conversation right now.
She shook her head emphatically, avoiding eye contact
kasim: Why not? You got company?
When her eyes darted furtively towards her apartment door, he knew what she was going to do before she did it. With three long strides and a slide that would have impressed recruiters from the Sim City Llamas, he firmly wedges his foot in the door before she has a chance to close it.
He yelps in pain as the door slams against his foot, but maintains his position .
Angel: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Kasim, please… Please move your foot. I can’t do this with you right now.
Angel, just open the door. Why are you acting like this? Are you still mad at me after all this time?
Angel: No, I’m not angry. This is just a bad time. Please move your foot.
Kasim immediately notices that she’s lowered her voice since entering her apartment.
Kasim: Why are you talking so low? You got company? Is your new man in there? Is it Chris?
Pointedly ignoring him, Angel continues trying to shut the door.
The more she resists and keeps pressing her weight on the door - and his foot, the angrier Kasim becomes.
Kasim: Angel, stop playing! Why won’t you open the door? You’re hurting my foot!
Angel: I’m sorry. Just move it out of the way.
Kasim: You know I can open this door if I really want to. I don’t want to push my way into your house, but I’m not leaving. So just stop all this nonsense and let me in.
Kasim is suddenly distracted by an odd noise coming from inside the apartment. It sounds like wheels or something dragging across the floor. When Angel starts frantically pushing on the door and whispering to someone, Kasim responds by pushing back even harder and opening the door open a bit more.
Kasim: Who are you talking to?! Angel, open this damn do-
He stops mid sentence when the source of the noise is revealed and Kasim is staring into a pair of little eyes that looked strikingly similar to his own eyes.
And when the face behind the familiar eyes smiles, revealing a deep set of dimples Kasim feels his knees buckle a little beneath him.