My questionnaire ends up becoming an infinite-number-of-questions-that-we-both-have-to-answer-without-exception. It is quite convenient because it helps me to get to know her better and at the same time she also satisfies her curiosity. We go from simple questions like favourite season to favourite season in a show and other more complex ones that make us expand and try to explain our views and why we think they way we do or love the things we do.

We talk and talk for hours with the music always playing in the background. Even when the machine sounds, letting me know the dress is dry and ready to wear, I only leave Maca for a few seconds, enough to take it out and hang it. She doesn't change yet because we are far from done yet and I think she's too comfortable in my jumper. I'm for certain too delighted to see her in it.

"I think I'll go to uni directly from here," she says and that sounds great to me. I don't want to drive her home. If I could get what I want, she'd spend all her time here, letting me get to know her. "Is that okay with you? I mean, it's already what? Like two AM?" I look at my wrist watch and confirm that it is indeed ten past two AM.

"Totally fine with me," I reply as I hang her dress and then go back to the sofa where she's waiting. I cover again with the blanket and let my legs tangle with her under it. "But are you gonna be okay? If you wanna sleep a bit I can-"

"I'll be fine," she replies with a bright smile. "It wouldn't be the first time I go to uni without having slept all night." She tries to say it with a smile and light tone, but I can see in her eyes she hates those nights. I try to imagine how troublesome, dark and scary must be to lie in bed without being able to sleep because your mind doesn't let you. "At least now I'm actually having a good time and drinking tea. It's less exhausting than tossing and turning and wanting to sleep but not being able to."

Yeah... I can imagine how horrible it is and I just want to help her so she will never have to go through a night like that ever again.

"Well, if you ever find yourself in one of those nights again, just call me. I'll keep you company so it won't be that frustrating," I offer, although I wish I could do more. At least I can offer her this.

She smiles gratefully, her eyes sparkling with emotion and I return the gesture.

"If you want, in the morning we can go for all your things you left behind and then I'll drive you to uni," I continue but then I remember a slight problem. "Although the shelter and St Claire won't open that early. Maybe you'll miss your first class."

"It's okay. My first class on Mondays is at ten," she replies and a part of me twists when I think I'll have until ten to be with her. "Let me text Mum to let her know that I'll go directly to uni and that I'm still alive," she asks and I nod.

Maca goes for her mobile and I already miss her on the sofa, with her legs tangled with mine and her feet touching mine. But she's quick and as she types on her mobile, she sits again and I just watch her until she's ready.

"She's sleeping but I'm sure she'll see it and reply when she wakes up," she informs me and I nod. Then she puts the mobile away.

Before I can say something, FU by Miley Cyrus starts playing and Maca jumps, her eyes wide and her smile immediate.

"I love this song! I love Miley!" she cries and I chuckle. "This song is wicked, don't you think? I love the anger and power it carries and the vocals give me chills."

"I totally agree." At my words her smiles widens and I bite my lower lip before I start singing along. "Y, why do you do what you do?"

She immediately joins me and then the two of us sings the chorus with all we have, laughing because it's so high for us but we still try. When French Montana sings I stand up in one fluid and dramatic motion, holding my hand up for her. Pulling the cover with her feet, she takes my hand and stands up and then we are waltzing around my flat, still singing and laughing. Miraculously we don't trip over anything.

I make her jump on top of the sofa at some point so she can keep singing from there, owing the improvised stage and once the song is over we burst out laughing.

Now Never Seen Anything "Quite Like You" and as I take her hands to pull her down, she says, "Miley is probably one of my favourite singers."
"I don't like her that much but Bangerz is an amazing work," I have to agree and she nods, accepting my opinion.

Maca doesn't notice how I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her waist as we sway together at the rhythm of such a beautiful song by The Script. We don't move around the room, we just hold each other as we keep dancing. Her arms loop around my neck and I lower my head until my forehead is pressed against hers.

"But I've never seen anything quite like you tonight," I whisper along the song and as I keep singing, I feel her holding even tighter. I realise once again this song is speaking for me tonight, and I want her to know that.

I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the moment, but the song is over too soon and then Blown Away by Carrie Underwood starts playing. She pulls away and I open my eyes to witness her precious smile.

"We have many artists in common. I adore Carrie," she tells me and I nod. "And there are quite a few that when I get home I'll download because I absolutely loved them."

She breaks the embrace and then turns to grab the two empty mugs on the coffee table.

"More tea?" she asks and I mumble a yeah.

I sit on the sofa again and I watch her go to the kitchen and prepare tea for the two of us. I can't help smiling at the view and how she seems more familiarised with it, moving in the little space as if belonged there.
It makes me feel lightheaded to see her there, making tea for the two of us and looking so familiarised with her surroundings, wearing my jumper and humming to the song that is playing in the background. The view strikes me with such fierceness that I even have to take my hand to my chest, to keep my heart inside. Seeing her there fills me with yearning and my stomach flutters because I love what I'm seeing way too much.

It kind of freaks me out.

When she comes back with our mugs and sits on the sofa with me again, I just shrug off that feeling and focus on her in front of me.
"So, shall we continue?" she inquires and I nod. "Let me think... Considering what we have in our hands: favourite tea flavour?"

"Earl Grey," I reply immediately. "The smell makes me happy. Plus, it's not that strong which makes it perfect."

"Lady Grey is also delicious. That one is my favourite," Maca informs me. "I like Earl Grey a lot, too. Probably my second favourite." Then she smells her tea and a smile appears on her lips. "Yes, the smell makes me happy."

"What's your favourite Doctor Who companion?" I ask next, to keep the questions flowing.

"Oh, I think Clara. I adore her so much," she replies and then jumps into explaining fully why she loves Clara although all the companions are their own kind of amazing.

We start talking about companions, comparing and contrasting, highlighting moments in their time with the Doctor and how every single one of them was essential. We spend a long time talking about that and then we change topics without even noticing. From one to the other, smoothly, naturally.

We talk more about Doctor Who, and then other shows she loves like Orphan Black and Criminal Minds.

"I freaked out a bit when I knew your surname was Reid," she giggles at some point. I think it's near four AM by this point. "He is my favourite character in Criminal Minds and I just couldn't believe you had the same surname. I kind of fangirlied a bit." She laughs and I cheer mentally.

"I've never watched Criminal Minds, though, so I don't even know who that Reid is," I confess and her smile dies, she looks at me severely.

"I think we need to correct this situation. You at least need to have watched some episodes. Not all ten seasons but some. Reid is just the most adorable, quirky, and intelligent human being ever. I love him," she states matter-of-factly and I raise my hands.

"Okay, okay, I believe you. I guess I have high standards to live up to. I promise you I'll watch some episodes. But if I end up addicted like what happened with Doctor Who, I'll blame it all on you and you'll have to offer me moral support to deal with the addiction and then withdraw between seasons," I threaten her and she smiles again.

"Deal!"

She then proceeds to tell me more about the show, igniting my curiosity and making me want to start watching right away. In fact, we do that. Around five AM, I turn on my telly and go to Netflix and then to Criminal Minds and let Maca choose an episode for me. She tells me that watching the first episode is not that good of an idea to show me how amazing the show is because it was long ago and it has improved loads since then.

She ends up picking episode eight in season four: Masterpiece. So yeah, at five AM we watch an episode of a show she loves, I get to know who this Reid is and after a while I get really into it and I try to also find the victims and understand the problem and help the team.

"So..." Maca starts when the episode ends and I'm tempted to let the next begin, but I turn the telly off.

"It seems I'll have to watch them all. And it's all your fault. I hope it weighs on you and won't let you sleep at night what you've done to me," I tell her jokingly and she just giggles. "And these are twenty-something episode per season. I'm doomed."

"You had to see what you were missing," she tells me patting my knee and giving me a sympathetic look. I just sigh.

"How am I supposed to have time to keep up with all these shows? And I have a feeling you'll introduce me to some other show and I'll just keep falling."

"No one said life is easy," she says and I chuckle.

She starts telling me about all the shows she watches and I'm impressed. I watch some but not as many and there are quite a few I never heard of but she tells me what they are about and I think I would enjoy them. And as we talk about shows, I also learn more about her. Her friends, her life in uni, about her family and even her infancy. Somehow we manage to talk and talk and talk even after dawn and when her mobiles goes off with an incoming call from her mum we realise it's half past seven AM. We've stayed up all night just talking -and dancing and singing and watching some telly but basically talking. I can't believe time has flight so fast.

I let her talk to her mum and I can hear her telling how everything is fine, how nothing bad has happened and that she's had an amazing time and that makes me smile. Whilst she talks I decide to use the bathroom to shower and change clothes. When I come out she's done talking and is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Why don't you shower and I'll finish breakfast?" I ask, walking up to her. "The dress is there and there're clean towels in the bathroom."

"Thanks," she replies and then grabs the dress and goes to the bathroom to shower and change.

I finish preparing breakfast and tidying up after we spent all night on that sofa. Despite I didn't sleep anything last night, I don't feel tired. On the contrary, I feel quite energised. Then Maca comes out, again in the dress and my jumper in her hands. I miss seeing her in it already.

"Let's have breakfast and then I'll take you to pick your things, shall we?" I ask and she nods with a smile, coming to the table where I have everything set.

I can't believe our time is almost over.
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I managed to update! Woohoo! I hope you liked the chapter. Now we enter the third and final stage. What happens after they meet. Any theories? Will Maca pretend to be dead and then when Reid finds her falls in desperate and kills himself just before Maca wakes up and decides to follow him? Shakespeare till the end! Hahahaha

Bel, xx