EPISODE 8: “Three Days”
1985 Words
“Three Days”
CAROL’S HOUSE – MORNING
Sunlight slips through sheer curtains, laying soft gold across the kitchen.
Carol stands at the counter, pouring coffee with practiced calm. The quiet feels intentional—like she built it that way.
Behind her—
Chanel watches.
Not impatient.
Not loud.
Just… present.
CHANEL
I need three days.
Carol doesn’t turn yet.
She stirs her coffee once. Twice.
CAROL
That sounds like a negotiation, not a favor.
CHANEL
It is. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Carol glances over her shoulder, one brow lifting.
CAROL
Should I call my lawyer?
A small smile touches Chanel’s lips—controlled, elegant.
CHANEL
You won’t win.
Carol almost laughs.
CAROL
Try me. (◠‿◕)
Chanel pushes off the counter and walks closer, stopping just within Carol’s space—but not invading it.
Measured.
CHANEL
Three days. ᕙ(°°~)
No canceling. No disappearing.
No “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Carol turns fully now, coffee in hand.
CAROL
You’re being dramatic.
CHANEL
I’m being honest.
Silence lingers for a second.
Chanel’s gaze doesn’t waver.
CHANEL (SOFTER)
I’m flying back soon. (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Carol’s expression shifts—just slightly.
CAROL
I know.
CHANEL
Then you understand why I’m asking.
Carol exhales through her nose.
Looks down at her cup.
Thinking.
CAROL
And what exactly happens in these three days?
CHANEL
It's nothing special.
In her mind:
All that matters is that you’re here with me.
A faint smile.
Carol studies her—longer this time.
CAROL (QUIETLY)
You don’t usually ask.
That lands.
Not sharp—just true.
Carol shakes her head lightly, surrendering.
CAROL
Fine.
Chanel doesn’t react immediately.
CAROL (CONT’D)
Three days. (◔‿◔)
Only then does Chanel’s expression soften—genuine, but contained.
CHANEL
Good. (◍•ᴗ•◍)
CAROL
But you follow my schedule.
CHANEL
I always have. (っ ͡ ͡º - ͡ ͡º ς)
And no complaining.
A small pause.
Carol gives a quiet huff—almost impressed.
CAROL
That sounds worse.
CHANEL
It usually is.
They share a brief, easy look.
CAROL
I’ll make it up to you.
Chanel’s gaze lingers.
CHANEL
You already are. (✿^‿^)
Carol looks away first.
CAROL
Eat. We’re leaving soon.
CHANEL
Where?
CAROL
You said no questions.
CHANEL
I said no excuses.
CAROL
Same difference.
Chanel watches her move around the kitchen, quiet admiration in her eyes.
CHANEL (SOFTLY)
It isn’t.
Carol pauses—just for a second—then continues.
CHANEL (THOUGHTS)
Three days is enough… if you don’t waste it..
STREET – EVENING
Carol’s car slows to a stop in front of a small convenience store.
Neon lights hum softly above the entrance.
Chanel looks outside.
Then back at Carol.
CHANEL
You’re serious?
CAROL
About?
CHANEL
This?
Carol unbuckles her seatbelt.
CAROL
You wanted “nothing special.”
CHANEL
I expected… slightly more effort.
Carol opens the door.
CAROL
It’s not the place.
It’s the routine.
Chanel watches her step out.
Then follows.
CHANEL
You unwind here?
CAROL
I like coming here sometimes..
CHANEL
Doing what?
CAROL
Thinking less. It’s quiet.
Chanel studies her for a moment.
Then Carol glances back at her.
CAROL
And for Ice cream.
Chanel blinks.
CHANEL
Ice cream? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Carol shrugs casually.
And Chanel lets out a soft laugh.
CHANEL
You own one of the most expensive bars in the city…
and you relax with three-dollar ice cream?
Carol smirks slightly.
CONVENIENCE STORE
The bell rings.
Jenny looks up—
And freezes.
Carol.
And beside her—
Someone else.
JENNY (THOUGHTS)
She’s not alone…
Carol’s expression softens instantly.
CAROL
Hi.
Jenny’s heart stumbles.
JENNY
H-Hi… Carol.
Chanel stands just half a step behind.
Watching.
Assessing.
CAROL
You work here?
JENNY
Yes. Part-time.
CAROL
Since when?
JENNY
A few months.
A small, shy smile.
Carol steps closer to the counter.
Relaxed.
CAROL
I didn’t know that.
JENNY (CONT’D)
You never asked. (,,>﹏_<)
CAROL
I smile at people. ^_^
CHANEL
Not like that.
Carol exhales softly.
CAROL
You’re imagining things.
Chanel steps a little closer.
Her tone lowers—
Not confrontational.
Just certain.
CHANEL
I’ve known you long enough to tell the difference.
Silence.
Carol doesn’t argue.
CAROL
Get in.
They enter the car.
CAR – CONTINUOUS
The engine starts.
Soft music fills the space.
Chanel looks out the window.
Then—
CHANEL
I think that girl likes you. Be careful.
Carol keeps her eyes on the road.
CAROL
You got that from one conversation?
CHANEL
I don’t need more.
A small pause.
CHANEL (CONT’D)
The way she looked at you wasn’t subtle.
Carol’s grip on the wheel tightens slightly.
CAROL
She’s just being polite.
CHANEL
No.
A quiet certainty.
CHANEL (CONT’D)
She’s trying not to be obvious.
Carol doesn’t respond.
Chanel leans back.
Relaxed—but thinking.
CHANEL (SOFTER)
You didn’t notice?
CAROL
It doesn’t matter.
That answer is calm.
Firm.
Chanel turns her head slightly.
CHANEL (low voice)
It matters to me.
You’re mine for three days...and forever.
Not a demand.
Not a joke.
A statement.
Carol glances at her.
CAROL
Chan—
CHANEL
Relax.
A small smile returns.
CHANEL (CONT’D)
I’m not fighting anyone.
A pause.
Her voice softens.
CHANEL (CONT’D)
I just don’t like sharing.
Carol exhales and didn't answer.
Then—
Chanel leans her head lightly against the seat.
Closer to Carol now.
CHANEL (SOFTLY)
I missed this.
Carol’s voice is quiet.
Honest.
CAROL
Me too. ^_^
But not the same meaning.
And somehow—
Chanel knows.
But she doesn’t pull away.
For Chanel—
Three days isn’t time.
It’s opportunity.
To stay close.
To remind.
To claim a space she believes is already hers.
For Carol—
It’s something gentler.
Something careful.
A line she won’t cross—
Even if it hurts someone who’s always been there.
And somewhere behind a small counter—
Jenny stands still.
Thinking about a smile—
That didn’t feel ordinary.
And a presence—
She suddenly can’t ignore.
♥*♡∞:｡.｡
- Writer
