"You think I'm pretty without any make-up on, you think I'm funny when I tell the..." Grace sings, as she dumps her dirty clothes into the neon green laundry bag.

After her run with Vic, Grace had changed into a loose blue shirt and her pyjamas shorts, on her head a yellow bandana. Vic had made fun of the outfit as she was stepping into her car but Grace only shrugged and stuffed her head into the car before waving her off.

"When last did I do my laundry?" Grace mutters, frowing at the growing pile of clothes. "At this rate it'll take me the whole night to finish this."

Grace drops onto the bed as she eyes the growing pile.

"Forget this." She says, pushing off the first half unto the floor. "We'll do half today and half tomorrow."

Picking up her phone and apartment keys, Grace switches of her bedroom light and drags her feet, basket in hand, towards the front door.

"Wait." Grace whispers, carefully leaning her head against the door. "Nothing."

Grace had chosen to do her laundry late at night, hoping to completely avoid another Molinda situation.

Locking her door, Grace carefully lifts her feet up as she passes by Molinda's apartment door. Once she's a good couple of doors away she breaks out into a waddle, as the basket weighs her down, until she reaches the elevator, where she clicks the basement button and waits as it begins its decent.

"Do duh, duh, duh." Grace mumbles, singing to the soft elevator music.

Stepping out the elevator, Grace switches on the light and waits as the old fluorescent  light flickers continuously before it completely illuminates the dingy room.

The apartment's laundromat has a long history. When Grace had moved into the building the basement had been some sort of man cave where the buildings men would come down and hold poker games or simply get drunk till they couldn't count their toes. After a few years, there was an outcry from the mothers and women living in the apartment building, upset that the basement was used for such vile acts. After a 2 year battle with the landlord the woman had finally won and the sinful basement was converted to a laundromat, with cheap washers and dryers that seemed to have been bought from an old second hand shop.

The room was painted with an offish yellow and the white tiles where old and cracked. The machines were all a dull orange and when entering the laundromat the smell of bleach and desperation clouded the air.

"I certainly don't miss this place." Grace mutters, eyeing the brown stain on the wall as she dumps her basket onto one of the dryers.

Opening the small lid from one of the washers, Grace throws in a load of white clothes first into it and adds some detergent before slumping against the chair; the machine's loud hum filling the entire room.

"Finally." Grace mutters, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she neatly folds her last pair of jeans into the basket.

Picking up the pile of neatly folded clothes, Grace gathers her things and switches off the light as she enters the elevator.

After a few moments the doors slowly slide open to the 2nd floor.

"Okay." Grace drawls, as she carefully steps out the elevator into the hallway. "This is weird."

Grace's eyes narrow as she eyes the large green, bush sitting near her door at the end of the hallway. It seems somebody had bought a shrub in and had dumped it in the hallway.

Gathering her courage, Grace slowly moves towards the green mass, her basket in front of her body.

As she nears the bush, she watches as it shakes then stops as if realising it's mistake. 

"What the flip?" Grace mutters, as she slowly reaches out her arm towards the bush, her heart fiercely beating against her rib cage. "This better not be a prank."

Carefully, Grace touches one of the leaves, only to frown when she feels the cool plastic against her skin. Dropping her basket onto the floor, Grace squats as she moves the plastic leaves and branches to one side. Her movements stop when she touches something soft in the middle of the bush.

Grace gulps as she leans her face inside, her hands roaming the soft form in the middle.

"Hello?" She asks softly but stops when her hands touch a familiar bulge.

Are those boobs?

Grace quickly throws herself back, landing harshly onto the floor as a heart-shaped face emerges from in between the leaves.

"Molinda?" Grace murmurs, her eyes wide and hand placed gently on her heart. "What heck are you doing?"

"Hello Grace, fancy seeing you hear." She mutters, her hand popping out the bush as she removes the clear goggles off her face. "It's for protection, don't want one of these fake branches poking my eye, now do we?"

Grace slowly shakes her head as she swiftly stands up.

"Why are you..." Grace stops, completely lost at how to describe this. "Why are you in a bush, wearing bush, on top of a bush?"

"Well, that's a bit complicated." Molinda mutters, standing up as the entire mass of fake leaves lifts itself in the air, her feet sticking out from beneath.

"How is it complicated?" Grace asks.

"It just is, you see..." Molinda stops as she whips her head back, her head titled. "Wait get in."

Grace gapes at her.

Molinda sits down, her body hidden in the leaves.

"Please, just get in." Molinda hurriedly says. "I'll explain everything later."

Grace slowly nods as she walks towards the mass of leaves lifts it up and shoves herself deeper into the branches, until her body touches Molinda's and her body is completely obscured.

"I'm in the bush now so explain." Grace mumbles, looking at what vaguely seems to be Molinda's face.

"Shh." Molinda says, covering Grace's mouth with her sweaty hands.

Ew.

Grace almost speaks up when she hears heavy footsteps fast approaching, the footsteps falter as they come nearer.

Grace holds her breath.

"What the?" The voice says, gently poking the bush with its's feet. "I'm not even going to question this." 

Slowly and quietly the feet make it's way to the elevator.

Once Grace hears the soft sound of the elevator doors closing, she crawls out the bush and places her hands against her hips.

"Now explain."