Tell The Difference

CHAPTER 2

1 year later...

I was packing the merch for the transaction today. This motel was horrible, man. I wonder why Callum would subject us to such torture. I would have found somewhere comfortable but I was too tired to even notice how stiff the bed was.

Since Brenda was still asleep, I headed out to a nearby coffee shop I saw as we came in last night.

I got Brenda and myself coffee then headed back to the room. I placed the coffee on the bedside table and hit her with a pillow I grabbed from her side.

"Ouch! Man..." she touched her ass.

"Get up." I urged her.

"That hurt, bish! These pillows are stinking heavy..." she hit her pillow with her fist. "...and hard like stone."

"Like the stone age?"

"Yah, I wonder how those guys slept back then."

"Like you. Now get up. You're already talking so don't give me lame excuses."

"Hold up for a little while." she closed her eyes.

I hit her again.

"Ouch!"

"You've been sleeping for far too long. Get up. Sheesh!"

She whined.

"This transaction isn't going to transact itself."

I sat down and pulled up my laptop.

She mumbled to herself in annoyance as she got up. She stretched and headed to the bathroom. I took a few sips of my coffee and got to work on my computer. I checked my emails for any direction then looked at my texts for the meet-up place with the buyers.

Great, the transaction was at 6 pm.

Well, it was better that they sent the information early today.

I threw myself back in bed and Brenda did the same when I told her the information. We were both tired from the crappy road trip, especially when both of us were tipsy from drinking the night before.

Callum had warned us but his 'not sorry' ass dragged us the next day...way too early for a drunk human to be up.

After a few hours of satisfied sleep, Brenda and I went for brunch since we all got up a little tired to have breakfast. We ate in lazy silence. I didn't know if it was because of the tire in my senses or the thinking I'd been doing lately.

"Still thinking about her." Brenda asked. She had been noticing my silence lately and figured it was this, which it was.

"Well, she left me last time...without saying a word. I'm sure she doesn't need me wherever she is. She's always done everything by herself."

"Look, I've never said this but...I'm sorry for what happened in Las Vegas."

"No, it's okay."

"It's not okay. I shouldn't have brought it up that day."

I give my French toast small lazy sabs with my fork. "It's...not your fault."

"Seriously..."

I cut her off, "...let's just not talk about it."

We ended up talking about other issues and spending the rest of the day roaming around, exploring the little town. This town had the lowest population ever, which was compensated by the number of forests around. I liked this place because of its forests.

"Well, this is a nice little town for guys in the black market to go noticed." Brenda said as we walked through the trail in the woods.

Since we had a lot of time to waste till six, we decided to engage in a little hike. None of us had a workout today so this little walk would do us good. Especially in removing that horrible slump, we both had.