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leaving
after I take a shower.” She looks at the clock and notes the time.  The
dishes are piled up in the sink, but they can just wait. She has things to do.
    “All right, well, I am here if you need to talk,” Isaac sighs.
    “Thanks Isaac, but I should get going. I have stuff I need to do today. I
will talk to you later.” Stepping over the laundry basket in the hall between
the bathroom and her bedroom, she remembers she needs to grab quarters for the
laundromat while she is out.
    “Okay, have a good day.”
    “You too,” Teagan hangs up. She exhales. “I hope he gets a clue soon, not
to be mean or anything.” Teagan lifts up her cup of coffee and takes a
sip.  She walks over to her bulletin board and looks at the business card
pinned between takeout menus and next month’s water bill. “First things first,
I need to go there.”
    With a nod, she turns and goes to the bathroom to take a shower. When she
is finished, Teagan stands in front of her closet, staring at her wardrobe.
“What do I wear? I want to look good at least.” She takes one look at the small
pile of jeans and t-shirts on her closet floor and shakes her head. She needs
to look presentable, attractive even, not thrown together. She settles on a
pair of black pants and a cashmere turtleneck.  Biting her lip, she decides
on her stiletto boots and then finishes her hair and make-up.  “Alright,”
she exhales. “I look good, but not overly sexy. I don’t want to make the wrong
impression. Let’s go find my hero.”
    On her way out the door, she grabs the jacket. It’s a nice, heavier jacket
by a top designer.  “Wow, the guy has taste,” she whispers. With a
chuckle, Teagan leaves her apartment. She knows it’s now or never in figuring
out who this guy is. On the way over to the mysterious address, Teagan comes up
with a million different ways that this conversation could go. “Of course, he
may not even have any affiliation with this place,” she admits to herself,
laughing at how absurd she would feel if that would be the case.
    When she pulls up to the building, it isn’t what she expected. It’s a
small brick building with one large window in front that has “TPS” printed on
the glass. Teagan looks around a little to see if she can get a clue to what
this place is. She sees nothing else distinct about her surroundings, and only
a handful of cars in the lot. “Why would there be clues here? That would be
easy,” she scoffs. Taking one last glance around she exhales. “No time like the
present.” She grabs the jacket and gets out of the car. Her heart beats a
little louder in her chest as she makes her way to the front door. When she
opens it, a small bell rings.
    Teagan steps inside and into a reception room. It is very new and classy.
The overhead lights hum. A small blonde girl is sitting behind a desk. “Oh,
hello, welcome to TPS.  What can I help you with?”
    “Umm, this is going to sound weird,” Teagan starts as she approaches the
desk. “But I am looking for someone.”
    “Oh, okay,” the girl shifts in her seat. “Who?”
    “I’m not sure of his name,” Teagan replies. “He helped me last night, and
I wanted to return his jacket.”
    “You don’t know his name?” The girl asks, concealing a small chuckle. “We
have a lot of guys who work here.”
    Teagan shakes her head. “No name, he never told me it. He’s 6’ 5”, built
like a brick house, black hair and really dark brown eyes, almost black.”
    “And gorgeous?” The girl giggles.
    “Well….yeah,” Teagan laughs.
    “That’s my boss. He runs TPS. He’s in back if you want me to get him.”
    “Oh, I just wanted to return his jacket, but yes, I would like to talk to
him.”
    The girl nods. “Hold on a second.” She picks up the phone and presses a
button. “Yeah hey, umm, there is a girl up here looking for you. I don’t know.
Hold on.” She looks at Teagan. “What’s your name?”
    “Teagan Murphy.”
    “Her name is Teagan