Curiosity

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The next day, I opened my eyes thinking what had happened; I slowly recalled of what happened last night. This made me remember the pretty girl. I start to wonder, I never seen her before at maple’s restaurant, what does she do? Why was she there? The most important thing, I need to thank her for saving me yesterday, but how do I find her again?

“uh-er, uh….”a muttering voice in the room has broken my train of thought. I swing my head to find the noise. Across the room I saw Cathy and Carlet lying there. Right…. I took them back home yesterday. This is a pain in the butt, I need to clean the vomit off the floor if they vomited last night. Great!

Wait! I can ask them if they know about the pretty girl from yesterday, since they always go to Maple’s Restaurant to help out and do some ‘taste testing.’ I stamp on my knees and crawl over to the two on them piled together like dead zombies, and pated the two dead zombies on the face.  “Wake up, is afternoon now! And I need to ask you guys about something.” Carlet slowly got up and mumbled, “what?”

I asked her impatiently, “Do you know the pretty girl that goes to Maple’s Restaurant?”

“You mean me?” she said as she jokes around. I looked at her with a ‘are you mocking me expression, be serious!’ after one minute she got the message and she spoke up, “alright alright, so who are you asking? You are not being descriptive.”

“The pretty girl! She has black hair. Long pony tail. With brown shiny eyes,” as I said excitingly.

“Calm down, ask Maple.”

“I am calm, fine! I go find Maple and ask her.” I quickly got up and paced into my room, pulled out a trousers and a top, stuff it on me, flew into the bath room. Stuffed a toothbrush into my mouth, rub rub rub. Rush out towards the door to exit my flat. Ops! I forgot about Cathy and Carlet, I spin around and told them, “guys, you can stay, but when you leave tidy up your mess please. See you later.” They both mumbled a reply, without waiting for the response i wiz out of the flat towards my bicycle. 

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