Magda: ConfidanteMature

I slammed my bedroom door shut, shocked at what Alfie had just told me. I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't break his trust but also couldn't just not tell Tilda. I should never had let him stay.

"Magda. Can I come in?" He was at the door and after one knock, he stood there patiently, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, come in."

He opened the door and sat next to me on my bed. I smiled at him weakly, unsure what to do.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to get that off my chest."

"It's ok." I lied, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to tell Tilda tomorrow - we're meeting for lunch." He looked at me uncertainly and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. But I had learnt from that mistake - I wasn't going to ask.

"That'll be nice. Where you going?" I asked, not really caring.

"Not sure. She said that she knew somewhere so I'm going over to her place in the morning."

A penny dropped in my head. My eyes widened. Tilda hadn't mentioned any of this. Did she know that he'd be turning up?

"But don't tell her." He continued. "It's a surprise."

I laughed uncomfortably. "I'm sure she'll love that."

"I'm going to nip out and get some wine. Is that alright? Tilda said that you don’t drink. It's just to help for tomorrow, you know. Well."

"You're rambling, Alfie." I smiled sweetly, thinking how cute he was when he was like that. I stopped myself, unsure what had come over me that evening. "Of course you can."

He left, shutting the door behind him. I got up and pressed my ear against the door, waiting for him to leave the apartment. When the outer door shut, I leapt out of my room, grabbing my mobile.

"Hey Tilda. Yeah, I get it. You're always busy in the evenings but this is SO important." I waited to see if she'd call me back after I got the stupid answer-phone again. I waited a minute before dialling her number once more.

"Hey. Me again. Oh hey Beth. I just need to talk to Tilda for one sec. Thanks." I ran over to the door, looking out of the peep-hole to see if Alfie was on his way back - there was a shop pretty much next door so he could be back at any second.

"Yeah hey Tilda. Not the time for that. You what? Never mind - tell me at work yeah? We have a slight problem. Alfie is planning on surprising you tomorrow morning. What do you mean, stall him in the morning?"

I heard someone at the door, knocking.

"I've got to go. I'll figure something out. Buy you as much time as possible. You majorly owe me, Tilda."

I hung up the phone, dropping it onto the table. I opened the door, letting Alfie in. He was holding a bunch of flowers, offering them to me.

"To say thanks." He smiled and I blushed. After putting them in some water, I retired for the night, trying to come up with a plan for the following day.

Luckily, I slept like a baby and when I woke up the following morning, I felt pretty good. Clambering out of bed, I pulled on some clothes and looked at myself in the brand new, antique economic depression that was the mirror and I got that funny feeling again. I blocked it out, trying to figure out how I was supposed to stall Alfie. I could have sworn that I caught myself winking in the mirror but I didn't do that - did I?

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