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Chapter 8

a/n: not me confusing blake's and torrey's names every 5 min 

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CHAPTER 8
DESPERATE TIMES

LUISA WENT TO WORK with a massive headache the next day. She knew she shouldn't have given it to her new friend's request the day before. Or at least she should have stopped with the first glass. But she had thrown all cautions to the wind and here she was.

She wanted so badly to blame Blake for her suffering, but she couldn't. She knew she was to blame as well. And what made it all worse than it already was that the fact she couldn't even go to Nuevalos Cafe to get Sofia's magic drink—she was sure that would very much be the perfect hangover cure.

She stepped into her office and got some personal satisfaction from seeing her coworkers who'd been at the club the day before looking pretty much the same as her. She smiled at them before making her way to her desk, and noted that Blake hadn't come in for the day yet.

She rested for a while, leaning back against her chair. Usually Luisa wouldn't waste a second and delve straight into her work, but not for the past two days. The day before she had been too strung out, and today worn out.

A shadow fell over her and she opened her eyes, half expecting it to be Blake but instead she saw Maura towering over her, smiling. Maura was one of the other coworkers that had been at the club the day before Luisa returned her smile after a minor hesitance. She didn't know why Maura would be approaching her.

Luisa guessed maybe they must have talked at the club and she thought it appropriate to talk to her again at the office. It wasn't really necessary, she thought to herself but didn't say anything and instead focused on trying to recall her possible conversation with Maura—Luisa honestly couldn't remember much. The memories were getting back to her in bits and pieces though, she should be able to recall the events sooner or later.

"Hey," Maura greeted.

"Hi," Luisa replied and cringed internally at the shakiness in her voice.

If Luisa were honest, there was once—when she had first joined for work, when she was absolutely taken by Maura. She was just gorgeous—fitting in all the stereotypical characteristics of beauty. But more than that, she reminded Luisa of Polly, her best friend.

However since Luisa had been socially disabled for pretty much all her life, she never did approach Maura, nor did she try. That would have only set her up for more heartbreak, since she was sure that the other woman was straight.

"So last night was fun, wasn't it?" Maura continued.

Luisa thought for a moment before replying—she really hoped she wasn't missing any memory here that might lead to misunderstanding, and that she was just talking about drinking, "Yeah," she trailed off awkwardly before adding to her comment, hoping it didn't come off as sarcastic as she'd meant it, "Fun,"

 "You should really come out more with us,"

Luisa nodded, thinking at the very same time, No. No way.

"And also I don't mean to pry but, was that your girlfriend?"

"Huh?" Luisa jerked her head up. "What? Who? Blake?"

"No. Not Blake, silly," she laughed, "The one you called yesterday,"

"I called someone?"

Maura nodded slowly, "Do you not remember?" her eyes widened once she got to realise the situation before her, "Oh no, you drunk dialled her?"