The girls left him there on the floor. They dressed and blew him kisses and asked him to call as they fluttered out the door like leaves on a summer breeze. The pizza girl told him to ask for her specifically if he ever wanted seconds on what he got tonight. Bridget said to come up to her floor if he wanted a good lawyer, and she'd see him in the elevator sometime.

Melvin barely registered all of this, his body lost in a sea of exhaustion. Who knew how long the phone had been ringing before Melvin managed to pull himself up to answer it.

"Melvin, how's my sexy human calculator this fine evening?" the witch said on the other end of the phone.

"Wha... what's up?" Melvin replied. He tried to sound casual, but his mind raced over reasons why the witch would have called him.

"The pizza girl, Mel? Really, that's so cliché. Still, I am glad that you're starting to get the hang of all this. Olivia already thinks she's in love with you. I doubt you'll have much trouble with her anymore... unless having your boss obsessed with the one-eyed monster in your pants is a problem."

"Is there a point to all of this?" Melvin said, his exhaustion forgotten for the moment. He didn't like the way the witch seemed to enjoy teasing him.

"Oh, dear Melvin. There's always a point. You and I, we have things to talk about, and we should talk about them soon. Why don't you stop by my shop tomorrow evening so we can sort some things out?"

"I have a date tomorrow night," he said, his heart stopping. He couldn't break his date with Courtney, not the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world.

"Yeah, right. Get rid of her sometime after midnight and get your hot ass over here. Or better yet, bring her along. That might make things interesting."

The phone went dead in Melvin's ear. He gulped. He didn't like the sound of what the witch had to say. Didn't like the sound of it one bit.

Placing the phone back into its cradle, Melvin wondered what tomorrow would bring.