I almost fell out of the cab when it dropped me off. 

Handing over my debt it sped off leaving me in the cold spell. And right there in front of me was the studio. Swallowing my breakfast for the second time that day I stepped closer and knocked. Huddled in my leather jacket and jumper I looked rather silly. Not the glamorous rockstar girlfriend I was supposed to be. 

A man opened the door. This one had a funny moustache and a friend. "Hello, there," he said. "Here to see the local talent?"

In a moment of calm, I might have answered more intelligently. With my adrenaline rushing for no reason, instead I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I'm here to see Bon."

The man's eyes widened. "Another one?" His friend scoffed.

"Popular guy, that one."

"Come on in, love," the man said stepping aside. "They're all right upstairs."

The stairs creaked just like last time. A pungent smell came from the room above. Before I could get my bearings I heard a muffled voice. "Hannah!" 

There sat Angus McKinnon, hands and mouth covered in what appeared to be Indian food. He grabbed five napkins and stood up. 

"Want me to get the hose, Ang?" Malcolm asked. 

"Hold on, love," he said wiping himself down. 

"Looking good, Angus," Cliff said laughing. "Everyone take notes."

"Jealous," Angus said grabbing a sixth napkin. They were all feasting on the same meal, everyone there could stand a wash. "Jealous because I've got company."

"Hey, Ang," Malcolm said. "Kiss my arse." The group laughed as Malcolm held out his hand and flaunted his wedding ring. Angus stuck his tongue out and crumpled the napkins into a ball before throwing them at his brother. He ducked for cover as the makeshift dining table became a makeshift war zone. The crumpled napkins went flying in every direction like hot potatoes. 

Grabbing my hand Angus pulled me down the stairs away from the explosion. I could still smell his lunch. 

It was endearing. 

"Glad you came, was beginnin' to think you didn't like it here," he said guiding me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me rather close to his inviting lap. "Sorry 'bout them, they're not trained."

"I guess I...missed you," I admitted. Angus smiled and kissed the top of my head. 

"Missed you too. Good news, though, we're almost done here. That's what Mutt says anyway..." He shook out his long hair and coughed. "I've been...sorta wantin' to see ya'...to ask ya' somethin'..."

My face felt hot.

He clasped his hands together and looked down at his lap. Suddenly he looked very vulnerable and small.

Smaller than usual, anyway. 

I took his hand and laced his fingers with mine. His smile evaporated all my worries. I could do anything. "We have a couple more days off comin' up an' I was wonderin'...ya' know, if you wanted to...go out again, ya' know?"

I could do anything except speak.

"It doesn't have to be anythin' big...jus'..." He shrugged. "Just another day out? Or....spend a day in? Weather permittin' of course."

"Yeah," I squeaked. "I'd like that." Angus grinned like a jack-o-lantern before looking around the room. 

"Where's Maude?" I tried not to smile as Angus looked around, as if suddenly she'd pop out from one of the boxes. 

"She's at Brett's today. I'm paying a visit for the both of us."

"I see...you didn't...have any plans with her or anythin', did ya'?"

"I think Maude would break it off for me if we did," I said laughing. "She insisted I come see you." I almost punched myself as I realised what that sounded like. 

"What, you didn't want to?" Angus joked. "You didn't want to see me stain my shirt with my food or loaf around with the boys?"

"No! That's not what I-"

"Scared of the boys, are we then?" he asked grinning. "Me too, they're monsters of rock." He shuddered and wrapped an arm around me. "Might kill ya'."

I leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled into him. His flannel shirt was very warm and smelled strongly of chicken. My eyes fluttered open to see a chain by his neck. Under his shirt was a necklace. I closed my eyes again, sighing at how cute he was. I probably could have stayed like that forever.

If the studio doors hadn't swung open.

"Oh! We uh...aren't interrupting, are we?" Loretta asked. She saw me peek out from my Angus bed. "There you are! Took my advice, huh?"

Angus stood up from the couch gently pulling me up with him. "Maybe I ought to get back to work. Or before Phil eats my food." He kissed my nose. "I'll see you, love. I'll drop by in a few days, alright?"

With one last kiss he was gone, the stairs creaking after him.

"Someone's smitten." Loretta had come to the studio with a friend. A woman with long blonde hair and a Hollywood smile took her blazer off and draped it over her arm. 

"Ang's crackers over her," Loretta said lighting up a cigarette. "Hannah, this is Claire, my friend from Yarmouth." Claire held her hand out. 

"Actually I'm from Manchester but we met in Yarmouth years ago when I visited."

"We both like Talking Heads," Loretta explained. I understood. Being mutual AC/DC fans clicked for Maude and I. I held out a tiny hand which Claire's much larger hand swallowed up. "Where's Maude?" 

"She's at her boyfriend's place for the day," I said. 

"Is Bon up?" she asked pointing up the stairs. I nodded and Loretta and Claire climbed up. "Oh! You and Maude should swing by the record store next Tuesday! Claire and I are having a girls' day with Mal's wife."

Another girls' day? I could have passed away remembering the last one. 

"You like shopping, right?" Claire asked. 

"Of course I do," I answered. 

"Alright, we'll see you then!" Loretta called and she and Claire went up the stairs. 

So....do I stay down here? 

Do I follow them up?

Do I leave?

Do I tell Angus I'm leaving?

What the fuck do I do?

Before I could make any decision, Phil came trotting down the stairs. He still looked kind of sick like he did at the store. Or perhaps he was just tired. He glanced at me on his way out the door. "Hey, kid." And he left. Not wanting to snoop but snooping anyway I walked out after him and hid around a corner while his back was turned. He was leaning in the backseat of some car, grabbing something to put in his pocket. 

I walked away before he saw me.