Madison slumped down on her tiny motel bed, exhausted as fuck. Work had been as hectic as ever, and what she needed right now was a cold shower and some hot plate of food. Her bones hurt as she got up, stretching and pulling off her work clothes. As she was starting to learn, two jobs was definitely not a child's play, but she had to keep up with them, because it would be worth it in the end. She had already begun to scrape up some money, and even though it wasn't a lot, Madison was proud of her hard work and effort nonetheless. As she pulled her hair into a ponytail, a knock at her door resounded, making her pause in the middle of taking off her shirt. Her chest started to pound as she pulled her shirt back down. Questions ran through in her head, as she wondered who could possibly be at her door? It wasn't too late, but with the latest events in her life she was scared nonetheless. The memory of the last time someone had knocked at her door in a motel made her even more hesitant, and recalling how she had been lured and disgraced, a chill ran down her spine. Different thoughts sped through her head – Was it the paparazzi again, or the police maybe. What if Damien's girlfriend had finally decided to have her arrested for taking too long to pay for the dress? She was overthinking, she thought to herself, clutching at her arms, knowing she couldn't avoid the door forever. As the knocking persisted, resounding again Madison swallowed, walking to the door and unlocking it with shaky hands. She peeped from the door, and a gasp dropped from her face when her eyes landed on Alvarez's huge bulky form standing in front of her room. The gasp was quickly followed by a sigh of relief, and placing a hand over her forehead, she instantly remembered that had given him the address of her new motel some days back when she'd moved in, after he had called to inquire. "What's wrong?" He asked when he saw the look on her face. "I'm just surprised to see you, that's all.” She blurted out, taking a step back as she said, “Come on in." Madison knew that all Alvarez would do was worry about her, and probably convince her to move back to his house if she told him she was paranoid about the paparazzi or the police, and so she kept that bit of information to herself. Alvarez's eyes roamed around the room, and Madison felt shrews as she waited for his honest review. If he disapproved of her new place, he didn't say it, instead he smiled, handing her the plastic bag he had brought with him, and with a smile on his face he said, "My wife wanted me to get this specially to you.” Madison sniffed the bag instantly, and as the scent of homemade food attacked her nostrils, she mumbled her gratitude. Just exactly what she needed, and she couldn’t be more happy. She was so famished, and gladly accepting the bag from him, she thanked him and extended her greetings to his wife. "Have you made any progress? Job wise, I mean." Madison nodded happily, facing him as she plopped down next to him on the bed, "I found two actually. One at this bar downtown, and another at a pastry shop a few blocks from here. The paycheck isn't huge, but I'll be able to pay off the debt from the dress in maybe two weeks depending on how hard I work.” She finished, grinning. "Wow that's nice, Madison. And in such a short while, you would be freed from the shackles holding you back here.” He said looking surprised, and laughing, rubbing her forehead and smiling she muttered, "I know right? I couldn't even believe it myself. Let’s say, I guess I just got lucky." "Well that's a lot of luck." They both burst out laughing. After a few moments, Alvarez observed her. "How are you though?" She knew he wasn't just asking that as a casual question, and so she tried to be as honest as possible. "It's still really difficult. Sometimes it feels like I'm dreaming and I'm going to wake up anytime now and see myself back at London in my small cottage…" She laughed bitterly, a sad look in her eyes, "But I'm not doing as terribly as I was some days back, or week rather. Time seems to be flying, and at least I have a job now." Alvarez nodded in understanding, reaching out to squeeze her hand. Madison tried to wave off the sad atmosphere by talking about other lighter stuff, and soon they were so lost in conversation that he didn't know when time flew past again. "Shoot!“ He exclaimed, standing when he noticed staring at his wristwatch, “I have to start heading home, it's getting late.""Of course.” Madison agreed, apologizing for keeping him this long, which of course he waved away. "Wait, wait.." She stopped him, walking toward her drawer and taking something out, "These are for Ivy.” She smiled, placing the sweet snacks and chocolate she had gotten earlier today for herself. Since she had some homemade food, she might as well give his little daughter this. Thanking her, Madison proceeded to escort him out of the dingy motel, walking with him to his car, talking all the way. "Take care of yourself, Maddie.” Alvarez smiled, pulling her in for a bear hug and patting her head, "You're doing great, and I’m so proud of you." "You too, Alvarez you too. Thank you so much.” Madison whispered, holding back the tears that pricked the back of her eyes. As she waved him goodbye, watching him drive off, her chest tightened painfully as little memories resurfaced in her head. Tears still stinging the back of her eyes, Madison sighed and slowly walked back to her room.