love abroad (7)

He made his way to Casey's apartment, rehearsing what he would say. But when he knocked on the door, it wasn't Casey who answered. It was a young man, probably around their age, with disheveled hair and an annoyed expression.

Ronnie's heart sank. "Can I help you?" the man asked in a thick French accent. "I'm looking for Casey. Casey Harper," Ronnie stammered. The man's expression softened slightly.

"Ah, Casey. She moved out a few days ago. Something about needing a change of scenery." Panic set in. "Do you know where she went?" The man shook his head. "Sorry, mate. She didn't say."