Alice Monologue

Not long after we return home, Alice delivers the despairing news, she has another date tonight, though she refuses to disclose her mystery boyfriend. Nevertheless, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out her secret. As she departs, I trudge to my room to change into my Snoopy pyjamas, then curl up on the sofa to watch TV. By eight o'clock, last night's nightmare crept into my consciousness, to haunt my mind. Try as I might, I cannot convince the images on the TV to consume me and evict the terrifying thoughts.
The sound of something scurrying bleeds through the front door, too loud to be the resident mice. The neighbours on our floor are all over seventy, eight o'clock is their bedtime. Only Mr Thompson is our resident night owl,

Angelo's touch sent tingles dancing along my skin, strange how a handshake sparks that memory.
After collecting his mug, he leans his elbows on the counter, nestling his mug between his hands. “Cold out there tonight, doubt anyone else will come in.”
“It gives us plenty of time to sit around and drink hot chocolates,” Patsy replies.
As they continue to converse, I study John's face in fascination. I wouldn't class him as handsome, nor attractive even. However, there's something pleasant about his features that reside on an oblong face with a square jawline, his nose is long, and his lips are rather thick, even his eyebrows are thick and bushy. What it is I find so appealing? His eyes, the genuine generosity and caring nature shine within them. He returns his attention back to me, making me blush from scrutinising him. “I just figured out where I know you from,” he says. “You're a singer at Club Mustang, right?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you should hear this girl sing, she's amazing!”
I have the sudden urge to hide in my mug, wishing it wasn't so hot, or coated in whip cream. Regardless, I cup my hands around the mug to warm them and stare at the cream as John continues to praise my talents to Patsy, something I'm not accustomed