Well hello there my readers I'm glad to see you all again. The following story is the sequel to the story "Things We Know" So If you haven't read that story you might want to go check it out before you continue to read this one.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Naruto
There were two things Dr. Sakura Haruno liked to do during her lunch break, and eating wasn't one of them.
Sakura didn't have time to eat during the day. If she wasn't working during her lunch break then it was surely a Tuesday and that meant she was three blocks down the street at her therapist's office.
No, Sakura wasn't crazy, far from it actually. She was young, brilliant, hardworking, and at the top of her field. She was the envy of all of her coworkers. That was until they learned, that Dr. Sakura Haruno had no life outside the laboratory. Dr. Sakura Haruno was completely and utterly alone.
That was why she needed therapy. There was no one else for her to talk to.
Sakura hadn't seen or heard from her family in at least five years. When Sakura was seventeen years old her mother had a miscarriage and it sent her over the edge. Sakura spent her first two years of college commuting from home because her mother couldn't handle being alone. Sakura should have resented her mother for making her life more difficult and more complicated, but it was hard to hate the only family you had left.
Just when Sakura thought she would be stuck carrying for her mother for the rest of her life Mrs. Haruno found a husband to mooch off of. It was too bad that he wasn't actually her husband. But two years and a set of divorce papers later Mrs. Haruno had someone to share the rest of her life with and Sakura was free.
"Do you think that maybe you avoid relationships because they make you feel trapped? Did you feel like your mother had trapped you into living with her and taking care of her?" Dr. Soto asked.
Sakura squirmed and tried to make herself comfortable on her therapist's couch. Why the woman didn't have a nice recliner chair was beyond Sakura. "My mother didn't trap me. It was the situation that prevented me from staying in my small town and it was the situation that prevented me from moving out after college. My mother doesn't have that kind of power." She told the doctor.
"Okay then…" Dr. Soto scribbled something onto her notepad. "Are relationships an example of a situation you feel trapped in?"
"Not at all." Sakura said. "I have excellent professional relationships. I don't feel even the slightest bit trapped."
The doctor frowned. "Don't play stupid Sakura. We both know that we're talking about intimate personal relationships."
"Oh. Right." Sakura put a finger on her lip. "I guess there is some truth to that."
Sakura didn't have any problems making new friends or meeting men, she just didn't feel the need to invite anyone into her life. She kept her friends at a distance and she never dated a man for more then a couple of weeks. Lately, she only kept in contact with one or two old friends and she didn't date at all.
"I just don't have time to really invest in personal relationships." Sakura reasoned. "It's the opposing pressures of work and social life that make me feel like I don't have control."
"Do you feel like you're under a lot of pressure at work? Do you believe that your job is more stressful than other people's jobs?" Dr. Soto asked.
Not only did Sakura believe that her job was more stressful than other jobs, but she also believed that her work was more important too. "Approximately fifteen hundred people die from cancer and another three thousand people are diagnosed with cancer everyday in this country. The entire world is looking to us for a cure. We owe it to them to keep working until our souls are tired and our bodies break. So yeah, I feel like I'm under a lot of pressure."
Dr. Soto raised her eyebrows. "You honestly believe it's your personal responsibility to cure cancer?"
"No, but it is my personal responsibility to try. I entered this field because I believe that it's in our ability to cure these diseases. The lab I work in now is in one of the foremost cancer research institutes in the world. Every bit of effort I put in counts."
"I think you've brought up an important topic." Dr. Soto said. "You say you chose this career because you believe there is a cure."
Sakura nodded. "That's right."
"Then you knew how difficult and demanding your job would be."
"Then isn't it possible that you chose this career not just because it's a noble but also because it's an excuse to shut yourself up in a lab for twelve hours each day?"
"Well that's absurd-"
"You use your work as an excuse to isolate yourself from the rest of the world."
So? What was so wrong with making her work her life? There was no rule that said she had to integrate herself with the rest of the world. She was perfectly content with the balance (or lack thereof) she had between her work like and her social life. Sakura wasn't paying Dr. Soto three hundred dollars an hour to tell her she needed to work less and make more friends.
Sakura was satisfied with her life. But maybe that's what the problem was. She was too satisfied. Things had gotten too easy for her.
Yes, her work was definitely challenging, but it wasn't intolerable. It was the opposite; Sakura's work was comfortable. Her life was comfortable.
Every morning at six, Sakura woke up and took a shower. After she was dressed she would drink one and a half cups of coffee and leave the half empty mug in the sink.
She took the bus to work, not because she couldn't afford a car, but because she had never gotten around to buying one and didn't see the use. There was a direct bus rout from her apartment to the lab, and the lab was the only place she ever went, so there was really no need for a car.
She then spent the next twelve hours in the lab doing research or in the clinic with patients overseeing drug trials. Sakura tried to avoid venturing down to the clinic; it was one thing to see cancer in a Petri dish and another to see a tumor on a six-year-old girl's CT scan. She found that she had little to say to patients and never made the effort to strike up friendly conversation either. She just didn't see the point.
After work she stopped in and got take-out food from one of the little restaurants across the street from her building. Sakura only ate one meal a day and never got around to exercising, so she was hardly in good physical condition. Her poor diet and lack of exposure to sunlight left Sakura skinny ghost in a white lab coat.
It was no wonder that she hadn't had sex in three years.
When she was finished eating dinner, Sakura diligently cleaned her apartment and did her laundry. She figured that those activities counted as recreational because she played music while she worked and every so often she danced with her broom. But playtime never lasted more then an hour and before she knew it she was showering once more and then finally crawling into bed.
And this had been her entire life for the past year.
But it wasn't as if her life before she found her job had been a huge party. Working toward her PhD had taken an incredible amount of discipline, effort, and studying. There just wasn't time for anything else.
There was something inside of her, something driving her to keep pushing forward. It wasn't enough to just be the best anymore, she had to concentrate her efforts and excel farther than anyone else dared to go. She wanted to change the world.
So no, she didn't use her job as a way to avoid the real world. That was just a bonus.
"There is nothing else in this world that seems to hold my attention like my work. If there were something else that I wanted, well then, I would make time for it. But right now I have nothing, I need nothing." Sakura tightened her fists. "I like being alone."
"Sure you do." Dr. Soto sighed. "Sakura I really think-"
"Times up." Sakura cut in, rising to her feet. "Whatever extraordinary insight you have to share with me will have to wait until next Tuesday."
Dr. Soto looked at her watch. "Good call, Sakura. One p.m on the dot, as always."
Sakura clasped her hands together and smiled. "Well then, I guess I'll see you next week."
"One last thing, Sakura." Dr. Soto stopped her. "I've got some homework for you this week."
Sakura looked up curiously. "Homework?" She made a scramble for her blackberry. There's a term she hadn't heard in a while.
"Yes, homework. I want you to do something special today, something out of the ordinary. It can be something as small as getting a new haircut or something as big as getting a new job. Whatever it is, I want you out of your comfort zone. Do something that scares you."
"Something that scares you." The young scientist repeated while typing it into her planner. "Right. I'll be sure to get right to that."
"I look forward to hearing the results of your experiment, Dr. Haruno." Dr. Soto showed her the door. "Take care now."
Sakura smiled politely. "Thanks, you too."
Sakura had just sat down to a nice stack of paper work when she heard a gentle knock at her door. "Come in." she said without looking up from the file in front of her.
A man in a white lab coat walked into her office. "Dr. Haruno, may I have a moment of your time?" he asked.
Sakura looked up and saw that it was one of the senior scientists Dr. Sasori. "Of course, sir, have a seat." She motioned to the chair opposite her desk. "What can I help you with?"
There were only two reasons one of the senior scientists would visit you at your office, and Sakura knew she wasn't about to be fired.
"Thank you Dr. Haruno," he took his seat, "this shouldn't take long. You know how I hate to disturb the other scientists when they're working."
Sakura smiled. She liked Sasori; he had grown up in Suna, a town not far from where she had spent most of her childhood. "Please, sir, take your time. I also know that what you have to say is always worth listening to."
"With that being said, I'll get straight to the point." He cleared his throat. "Dr. Haruno, my superiors are continuously impressed with your work and your dedication. We all feel that you are ready to head your own study and want to give you a portion of our new grant to help you set up a trial."
Sakura was positively floored. Her own study? Her own trial? There were people who had been working in the lab for years and had never been given such an opportunity. It was unheard of that a first year scientist would be given such a position. It was an incredible honor. She was speechless.
"Now," Sasori continued, "this particular grant was awarded to us after we published our findings last year on childhood cancers."
"Yes, I remember reading those." Sakura said, getting a hold of herself. "You yourself wrote the section on Neuroblastomas. It was excellent. It was one of the reasons I applied for a position here in the first place."
"Well I'm glad you read the article, because we want you to design a study in response to the work we did with AML. We're prepared to let you choose a doctor from the clinic and a team of lab assistants to help with your experiment."
Her own team of lab assistants? My, the science god was certainly smiling down on her today. "What are my constraints?"
"We're giving you a year and one hundred patients. For some of the work I'm afraid you'll have to commute to Children's." Sasori explained.
Children's? As in Children's hospital? "Do you mean to say that my sample population is children?" she asked.
"Of course. Leukemia is the most common childhood cancer."
"Yes, it is." Sakura agreed. Which was why she wanted to have nothing to do with it.
Children scared Sakura. Sick children terrified Sakura. Most of the patients they saw in the clinic were adults. It was sad to watch grown men and women suffer and die, but it was heart breaking to watch that happen to children.
It made Sakura feel powerless.
"Well," Sasori said, standing up. " I'm sure you have lots of work to due. I'll be scheduling a meeting between you and the rest of the senior scientist on Thursday to discuss your study in full detail. Please have an outline of your plans ready by that time."
"No problem, sir." She leaned in to shake his hand. "Thank you, and I'll see you on Thursday."
Sasori shook her hand. "Yes, Dr. Haruno, and please keep up the good work."
"I will, sir. My work is my life."
Sakura was ecstatic. She couldn't get over how excited and proud she was to have been awarded her own study. She was the happiest she had been in at least a year. Dr. Sakura Haruno was on top of the world.
She couldn't wait until she told Dr. Soto about her new promotion. Maybe then the therapist would finally understand what Sakura's work really meant to her.
Sakura was in such a good mood that she decided she would actually play Dr. Soto's silly little game and do her 'homework' for the day. Which was how Sakura found herself leaving the lab two and a half hours early, and getting stuck between an old lady and a fat hotdog vendor on the bus ride home. How's that for uncomfortable?
She seriously considered stopping off at the animal shelter. Sakura had been contemplating for months whether or not she should buy a cat for her apartment. Celebration of her success seemed like the perfect excuse to buy an animal. And, as much as Sakura hated to admit it, she got lonely every once in a while. A cat would make a much better companion than a tiresome human.
But instead, Sakura went straight home to her building. If she was going to celebrate, she was going to do it by taking a long hot bath and reading the newspaper while she listened to Led Zeppelin. Maybe she would have a glass of wine and make it a real party.
The young scientist entered her apartment just in time to hear the phone ringing. Sometimes Sakura forgot that she even had a phone, that's how infrequently it rang. She debated whether or not she should pick it up. It was most likely a telemarketer, but on the off chance that it was one of her co workers with a break through or important question she decided it was worth the risk of having to listen to a three minute spiel about switching phone companies.
"Hello?" she said, picking up the phone.
"Sakura?" A familiar voice asked.
"Yeah, it's me." Her old friend said.
There was a moment of silence. Ino liked to call every so often and check up on Sakura. They never really talked about anything in particular, and as the year went by, Sakura found she had less and less to say to her blond friend.
"Sakura? Are you there?" Ino asked.
"Yes, sorry, I was just uh… chewing something." She lied. "What's up Ino?"
"Well to be honest this really isn't a social call. You see, I'm actually in a little bit of trouble. I need your help."
Sakura straightened up. "What's wrong? Are you Okay?" She asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Ino assured her. "I've just run into a problem at work."
"Oh, okay." Sakura felt relieved. Hanging out with cancer patients and neurotic scientists all day made her always assume the worst.
Ino was a wedding planner, a popular one at that. She did everything from small ceremonies to fancy parties. Like Sakura, Ino was completely devoted to her work. The woman spoke, ate, and slept weddings. She was constantly on the prowl for new jobs and new ideas. Ino loved her job. Sakura couldn't imagine what kind of crazy problems she encountered in her line of work.
"I'm in the middle of setting up for the biggest most extravagant party of my entire career and I've run into a bit of a snag." Ino said.
"Okay…" Sakura was having a difficult time figuring out where this could possibly be going.
"You see, I had a… disagreement with the company I use for my waiters and bartenders."
"Okay…" Did she want Sakura to mediate or something? That wasn't really her area of expertise.
"Anyways," Ino continued, "I've been calling in everyone I've ever worked with looking for replacements."
Uh oh. Sakura did not like where this was going.
"I'm still short a couple of waiters." The desperation was evident in her tone.
"I see…" Said Sakura. There was no way in hell that she was going to fill one of those positions.
"Sakura, before you say no, I want you to listen to me. This wedding is the wedding. It's huge, and if I do everything right this could be my gateway to celebrity weddings. I'm begging you to do me this one favor."
The young scientist sighed impatiently. "I did not go to school for eight years to become a waitress. I have better things to do than holding a tray full of mini hot dogs in a room full of ungrateful snobs."
"Come on! Help me out! You waited tables at that trendy restaurant when you were living with your mom. If this is about money, I can pay you. Please, Sakura."
If Ino was phoning Sakura, then she really must be hard-pressed for help. Sakura felt herself caving. Maybe this was what Dr. Soto was talking about. This was definitely something out of the ordinary. Sakura was also a little scared to step into the shoes of a lowly waitress. The idea of a brilliant young scientist who sat in a laboratory all day studying retroviral oncogenes spending an entire even waiting on a wedding party sounded humiliating. Or would it be humbling? Was Sakura an intellectual snob? Was she even capable of waitressing anymore?
Sakura relented. "Ino Yamanaka, you are going to owe me so much after this one. You are going to be my slave for life."
"So you're going to save my career? You'll be one of my waitresses?
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be one of your waitresses. Where is this thing at and at what time?"
"It's in the grand ballroom at L'hôtel de Diamant and I'll need you there by seven."
Sakura looked at her watch. It was already a little past six. She was going to have to leave as soon as she hung up if she was going to have any shot at making it to the hotel in time. She glanced down and saw that she still had on her work clothes. "Is there something special that I have to wear? Is there a uniform?"
"I've already taken care of it. All I need for you to do is show up and remain professional."
Sakura scoffed. She was the very epitome of professional. "Fine. But just so you know, I don't wear make up and I haven't had a professional haircut in over a year. So I hope you weren't looking for a sexy cocktail waitress."
"No worries. These people are a whole new breed of snobbery. You're the help, they won't see your face no matter how good or bad you look."
"By all means, Ino, keep talking. The more you move your mouth the more appealing this job gets." Sakura said sarcastically. "I'm excited now."
"You know what, my head is about to explode from all the pressure I'm under, so your attitude is no appreciated."
"Hey, you're asking me for a favor…"
"And I will be eternally grateful when all of this is over. So for now hang up that phone and get your butt over here so I can teach you to say all the names of the appetizers in French."
"Okay, Ino." Sakura said into the phone. "I'll see you soon."
"You weren't kidding when you said you looked like crap. God Sakura, when was the last time you saw a tube of lipstick, or a hairbrush for that matter. Isn't there some sort of dress code at this fancy laboratory you work at?" Ino asked. She busied herself with adjusting the neck of Sakura's uniform. "It's a shame you're as flat as a plank, these things usually look best with a little cleavage."
"I thought you said no one would be looking at me. And for your information no one cares what I dress like at the lab. We scientists are not slaves to vanity like the rest of this city. As long as we are showered, clothed, and do our work, nobody cares if we're attractive or not." Sakura tried not to sound offended. There was a time in her life she had actually thought of herself as pretty. When was it that she decided to let her looks go?
Ino rolled her eyes. "I'm not saying that you're unattractive. You just need to frown less and moisturize more."
"Whatever." Sakura said. She took a hair tie off of her wrist and used it pull her hair up into a bun. "I stopped caring about these things years ago."
"Okay." Ino handed Sakura a tray of champagne flutes. "Take this and walk slowly through the crowded of people. When you've handed out all the drinks stick around and be ready to pick up the empty glasses."
Sakura narrowed her eyes and stared the drinks. "Are those raspberries at the bottom of the glasses?"
"It's a rich people things." Ino pushed her to the door where guests were starting to trickle into the lobby for Hors d'œuvres. "Now go out there and be as unobtrusive as you can. And what ever you do, don't make conversations with the guests. It's not your place, you're just a waitress."
"No issue there." Sakura said humorlessly. "I want nothing to do with these people." She wanted nothing to do with people in general.
Sakura stepped out into the room and surveyed the crowd. Women were wearing ball gowns and men were wearing tuxedoes. It was probably the ritziest shindig that she had ever had the displeasure of attending.
While she handed out the champagne she allowed herself to ease drop and listen to little snippets of conversation. From the information she gathered she deducted that she was working at the wedding, or more appropriately the merger, between the son of one financial firm and the daughter of another. Both of the families were wealthier than god and were both wary of the intentions of the opposing family. There was a lingering doubt over whether the bride and the groom actually loved one another.
This was exactly why Sakura chose to stay out of societal affairs.
Sakura's mother may not have had the most elegant wedding, but Sakura could still tell that her mother loved her new husband very much and genuinely wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. It was respectable to say the least.
The bride was lovely and her dress probably cost more than Sakura made in a year. But everything about this woman seemed fake. Fake nose, fake breasts, fake laugh, and fake smile. Sakura wondered what I must be like to be made of silicon and misery.
For the most part, Ino was right; the guests generally ignored Sakura. A few of the female guests looked at her in a way that made her suspect she was being mocked, but Sakura didn't really mind. She knew that she was probably one of the smartest people in the room, and unlike these grubby handed money-loving toads Sakura was going to do something great with her life.
Okay, so maybe she was never going to find someone worth marrying. She was certainly never going to win any beauty or popularity contests. But still, at least she had her dignity. She had no regrets.
"Excuse me." Sakura heard a voice say. Her head shot up and looked for the source; it was a tall blond woman in a sleek black dress. "You with the pink hair." The woman said pointing to Sakura. "Are you deaf?"
"No, ma'am." Sakura said, rushing to the woman's side.
"God, what does it take to get a decent drink around here." The woman muttered under her breath.
"I'm sorry?" Sakura asked.
"Look," the woman crossed her arms, "I need you to go back there and get me a drink with out the shit in it." She said, pointing to the kitchen. "Some of us don't eat fruit."
"Okay." Sakura said. "So you want champagne with out the raspberries?"
The woman gave a disgusted sigh. "That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"Of course, ma'am. I'll get right on it." What a bitch! She could have at least asked nicely for it and not given Sakura such an attitude. Having had been a waitress at one point in her life, Sakura was always careful to be extra nice to the hired help. Those people appreciated kindness more than anything else.
"Wait a minute." The woman grabbed the sleeve of Sakura's uniform. "Let me see if my dates wants something too." She turned and looked over her shoulder at a group of men talking in a circle. "Gaara," she called, "do you want me to ask this girl to get you some Pellegrino?"
Gaara? Did she just say Gaara?
Sakura felt her heart stop.
A tall man broke away from the group and walked over to where Sakura and the woman stood. Sakura watched in horror as he put his arm around the woman's waist. He made it painfully obvious that they were indeed there together.
Gaara fixed Sakura with his bored stare. "Go get me a water." He ordered. "Make sure its cold, but with no ice."
Sakura opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. He was the same. The same red hair, the same light eyes, and the same frown. It was Gaara Sabaku; standing in front of her was Gaara Sabaku. Sakura could hardly breathe.
He was bigger than she remembered, taller looking and stronger looking too. His face once young and elegant looking, was now sharp and chiseled. He gave off an aura of strength, confidence and greatness.
He was probably the most beautiful man Sakura had ever seen.
"Am I missing something?" The woman asked. She looked at Sakura then at Gaara and then back at Sakura again. "Do you two know each other?"
Sakura opened her mouth but she was cut off before she could answer.
"I've never seen this girl before in my life." Gaara said coldly. He tightened his grip on the woman's waist.
Sakura was stunned. Did he not recognize her? How could he not recognize her?
The woman snapped her fingers in Sakura's face. "Can you please stop staring at my boyfriend and go get us our drinks?"
Sakura nodded dumbly before hurrying off in the direction of the kitchen. Her cheeks were red and she felt as if her heart was going to beat straight out of her chest. She was in shock. It's not that he didn't recognize her; it was that he was pretending not to know her. How could he pretend not to know her?
Of course he knew her! They grew up together! They dated! He broke her heart! How could he just stand there and deny it?
With shaking hands Sakura reached for an empty champagne flute and filled it half way to the brim. She then took another glass from across the counter and filled it with the sparkling water she found in the refrigerator.
She took a deep breath to steady herself. She was going to have to go back out there. She had to bring them their drinks. She had to face them again, after they had embarrassed her like that.
"You can do this, Dr. Haruno. It's just some snobby bitch and an asshole ex boyfriend. There is no reason for you to be upset about this. Just go out there and give them their drinks." She told herself. She could do this.
Sakura walked back out there and strode over to where Gaara and his date were waiting.
"What the hell took so long?" The woman took the drinks off the tray and handed on of them to Gaara. "Is this your first time waitressing, or are you just a moron?"
"No, I'm not actually a waitress." Sakura said. This was her chance to show these people who they were really insulting. "I actually… uhh… I clean houses."
What? What did she just say? Did she momentarily lose brain function or something? Did she just tell them, that she was a cleaning woman? Not that cleaning houses wasn't a respectable job, it's just that it's not something you found people with PhDs doing.
"You kind of look like the old woman who used to scrub the toilettes at my house." The woman smiled nastily. "You smell a little bit like her too."
Sakura felt her cheeks turning red once more. For this woman to say such things about her… and in front of Gaara Sabaku!
"Thank you." She forced a smile. "Please enjoy the party."
Sakura tried to play it cool by drifting over to other crowded of people and picking up empty champagne flutes, but as soon as she was out of the couples view she dashed back into the kitchen to find Ino.
"I can't stay here." She said when she finally found the blond.
Ino looked as if she were doing a million things at once. She had her cell phone in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. "Sakura," she said, "I really don't have time for this."
"I'm serious Ino, I have work to do, and I have work in the morning. Really Ino, I can't stay here." She said, sounded quite urgent.
"You can't do this to me." Ino wailed. "I already explained to you how important this is to me."
"But Ino! I just explained this to you. I can't stay. You have to let me go home."
"What's going on?" Ino finally caught the distress in Sakura's voice. "What happened? Did some drunkard pinch your butt or something? Because if its something stupid like that, you can really just-"
"Gaara Sabaku is here."
Ino dropped the cell phone and the flowers. "You're kidding me! Gaara from Konoha?"
"Of course Gaara from Konoha. How many other Gaara's do you know?"
"Well what the hell is he doing here? He wasn't on the guest list."
"I don't know. He's here with some woman. She called him her boyfriend. Ino, you have to let me go."
Ino bent down to pick up the items she dropped. "I had no idea he was going to be here. Honestly, if I had known I would never have asked you to do this for me."
"So I can leave? You won't hate me for abandoning you?"
"No." Ino sighed. "Just make sure to wash that uniform and get it back to me."
"Of course." Said Sakura. "I'll drop it off at your place next week. And thanks for understanding Ino."
"Don't worry about it. If I saw Choji at one of these things I'd probably have a heart attack. Just answer me one thing…"
"How's he looking?"
Sakura put her hand over her eyes in despair. "He's walking and talking sex. He looks amazing."
"All right, you need to get out of here right now. Go home and pretend none of this ever happened. The last thing you need to do is relive memories of that little psycho."
"Thanks again for understanding." She leaned in and gave Ino a quick hug. "And don't worry, Gaara Sabaku means nothing to me."
WELL I hope that lived up to everyone's expectations! If not... just pretend this never happened.
And I'm just going to say right here and right now that I don't know anything about science. The scientist stuff I talk about in this story... I'm just sort of guessing and making things up. So don't get upset if I get something wrong. Go ahead and let me know if it's that important to you, but just know its my ignorance and that I'm not trying to offend anyone.
I really have a long list of people I should thank. I got so many reviews and messages at the end of Things We Know that I felt really happy and special. I never knew so many people liked my silly little epic drama story. Thats what motivated me to write this sequel so quickly.
Honestly though, the next chapter might not be out for a week or so. I want to take a little break from writing and start to do my homework again.
AND super thanks to the people who's reviews included suggestions for jobs and such for the sequel especially to Ednama who gave me the idea to have Ino as a wedding planner.
so leave your love at the door and let me know what you think.