Two weeks later
"Vodka on the rocks, please."
A woman in her late twenties ordered, her voice ringing louder than the pumping music.
"Sure!"
I remarked, getting the glasses on the counter.
"Hurry up, Cal! We are nearing the end of the shift!"
My partner, Fiona with curly bob hair and freckles exclaimed with a smile, showing her braces.
I nodded slowly, giving her a thumbs-up.
The music lowered to a beat drop, followed by shouts and screams on a Sunday night.
The beats and adrenaline oozing in the air made my feet tingly for a dance-off.
Fiona read my face.
"I know what are you thinking. Let's get over our shifts then maybe we can order some drinks."
I winked at her.
"You are one hell of a mind reader, aren't you?"
She laughed, her bouncy cheeks complimenting her face.
"That, I am."
We speeded up the drinks. All I had in my mind was that dance-off with Fiona.
Soon enough, our shift ended. We threw in the towel.
"Finally!!" I exclaimed, clapping.
She nodded, leading me out of the bar.
Outside was a bust, nothing but a stretch of sand as far as our eyes could go. Well, except for the lit-up bar in the middle of a beachside.
"Uh, Fiona...why are we out of the bar, i thought we were going to have that dance off?"
She raised her thin eyebrows.
"Well, I didn't promise that."
I rolled my eyes.
"But you still didn't tell me what brought you here in Australia."
I sighed.
"It's...it's a long story...I am just...I can't go to LA..."
She lipped an ooh.
"It's all over the news, I know, I know. They blocked outsiders and shit."
I didn't say anything. She continued,
"But that doesn't explain what are you doing in Australia, and why you left LA anyway?"
I exhaled, watching the moon grace away its fairly light.
"Ah...I got kidnapped...but escaped...I had to go somewhere, so I thought you know, why not Australia."
She nodded, but her face told otherwise.
"Anyway. I am tired Cal! Will meet you tomorrow?"
"Uh...sure...."
She left me with a wave. My smile dropped. Maybe I should have told her more.
I took a walk down the beach, my breath pacing. I reached a small cottage hut.
I opened the lock, shutting the door close.
"You okay?"
He exclaimed, greeting my presence.
"Uh..I am okay...how is she doing?"
He handed me some photocopies,
"See for yourself."
The photocopies had pictures of the scans my mom did recently. I felt a stab in my chest.
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