𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶, 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 || 𝔨. 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔱

.06.

Olivia's pov.

I just couldn't get those brown eyes out of my mind. Or the things he said. It was under the influence of alcohol but would he say those things to me when he's sober? He didn't leave my head or my thoughts. That didn't make it any easier to say it was just a one time thing.

The first thing I did after I left yesterday, was to call Stacy. She didn't know where I was and must have been worried. When I called she said she was glad I was alive and just hung up. That was typical of her.

When I got home I saw Ashley playing with Nelly. Nelly was Noah's daughter. Her actual mother wanted nothing to do with her. Even though it was rude, I could understand her. I wouldn't want to be a mum at nineteen. She originally wanted to get an Abortion but Noah wouldn't allow it. As soon as Nelly's biological Mother got out of the hospital, Noah took care of his daughter. Since then he had been raising her as if she were the most important thing in his life. Unfortunately, he spoiled her far too much.

Nelly was seven years old and was born on the twenty-fifth of july 1977.

A little angel.

I had slept off my intoxication. It really didn't help but I didn't feel particularly well this morning.

And now I stood here behind the counter and collected. Luckily I had only the morning shift, but I still struggled a little to get out of bed this morning. Still, I was looking forward to today. Probably more in the afternoon but whatever. And in a few minutes or seconds it was time.

"Sam do you take over from here? I have to leave a little earlier.", I asked my colleague and friend.

He just gave me a small smile before going back to the magazine he had in front of him. Without really thinking about it, I went to the counter to see what exactly he was looking at.
A magazine about Rockstar's. It caught my attention too since I'm a fan of this kind of music. He had opened a page that he must have been staring at for several minutes.

"Metallica? What's that for a name.", I asked confused.

I saw from the look on Sam's face that he didn't know if I was kidding or not. I really didn't know who this band was, so I didn't know them either.

"You can't tell me you don't know Metallica. They're just the most famous metal band right now.", Sam said enthusiastically.

Admittedly, I was a bit disappointed in myself. I've loved rock n' roll and metal since I was a kid. The fact that I didn't know Metallica was a bit sad. But maybe I did know them and just forgot? I don't know but the way Sam raves, they must be damn good. He wasn't a big fan of this kind of music.

"I don't know but I know someone who plays in a band. That's why I've been wanting to go for a long time -", I stopped myself when I saw a familiar face.

I would recognize those brown curls and dark brown eyes anywhere after that night. But can it really be? Or was that just a mix-up? No, I was 100% sure it was him I hooked up with yesterday. 

"I gotta go now. See you on monday.", I said a little quieter than before.

I smiled at Sam again before turning and heading to the staff changing rooms.

Completely changed and ready to walk another twenty minutes, I made my way to the address I was given this morning. An old friend had called again after a long time. I was surprised to hear his voice at four in the morning. A nice and annoying alarm. I would have had to get up at half past four anyway so the call wasn't that much of a problem.

The streets weren't too crowded, which didn't surprise me. Adults were working. Children were in school. Small children were either at home or in a day care center where they were taken care of. A normal Friday in San Francisco.

The closer I got to the address, the more nervous I got. We probably haven't seen us for two years because of his band. I begrudge him that they were successful. I just never asked for the name. Maybe that was my fault too but who cares.

In front of the house, if I could call it that, I stopped. A studio. Maybe he recorded the songs here with his band? I didn't really understand much of all this band stuff but I had to at least try, for better or for worse. I took another deep breath and then walked the few steps left and opened the door.