I had gone home early, not wanting to hang around at the office - the newbies had been a nightmare and I wasn't in the mood for a meeting with Andy to see how my first day had gone so I told him that I wasn't feeling terribly well and he let me go.
I relaxed into my sofa, picking up the remote for the tv and putting a classical music channel on. I closed my eyes and let the dulcet tones wash over me, soothing me more than anything else could. At least I had a fair bit of money to set me up thanks to Andy, bless him.
There was a knock at the door. He must be early. I grabbed the remote and shut it off in seconds. Dropping it back on the table, I went over to the door and opened it with a wide smile on my face.
"Hey. I'm Alfie. Tilda's brother."
"I know who you are!" We shared a little laugh as I looked him up and down. He offered me his hand awkwardly and I took it, shaking weakly. "Come in."
Alfie was taller than me with hair nearing the same length - it suited him better than me though. He stepped into my apartment, looking around.
"It's only small," I explained, "But, to me, it's home."
"Where do you want me?" He asked, smiling a little more than looked natural.
A strange thought passed through my mind - 'Well…' - but before it had chance to grow, I caught myself looking at the mirror and stopped, closing the door to my bedroom. I pointed to the door. "This is my room, so if you need anything, just give me a knock. I'm afraid you're relegated to the sofa." I smiled weakly.
"That's fine!" He sat down, looking around again.
I decided to give him the guided tour, standing still and turning on the spot. "Kitchen, bathroom, my room, lounge. Not a great deal to it really." He smiled. Again with the smiling.
"Is something wrong, Alfie?" I asked tentatively.
"What makes you say that?" He got up and stepped towards me, making me nervous.
"Well it was all a bit unexpected, with you coming down and all. Has something happened?"
He nodded. "Something big." He said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, immediately regretting saying that.
"I don't really know you."
"Some people think that makes it easier." I smiled.
"You're Tilda's best friend, yeah?"
"I like to think so. What does that matter?"
"And she trusts you?"
"Yep. Where is this going, Alfie?"
"Well then I can trust you."
He made me promise not to tell Tilda what he was about to tell me. Never a good start.