Chapter 62
Lisa placed one elbow on the counter in front of her and rested her forehead against it, willing herself not to lose her patience.
"Jennie," she said, pronouncing each word as slowly and carefully as she could manage. "I swear to God if you don't tell me where you are in the next 30 seconds I am going to have a heart attack."
Jennie was silent.
"Where are you?" Lisa shouted.
"I'm in the hotel room!" Jennie shouted back.
Hotel room? Did she go to another hotel? "What hotel?"
"What do you mean, what hotel? How many hotel rooms do you have?" "Wait..."
"Whatever, Lisa. You just go do your thing. Have a nice trip. I'll see you
when I see you."
"No!" Lisa shook her head violently. "No no no no no. Jennie, just tell me
what hotel you're in."
Lisa heard Jennie let out her breath in a huff. "The Beverly Hilton?"
The Beverly Hilton. Good, she thought. Wait. Wait a minute. The Beverly
Hilton?
"You didn't leave?" Lisa stood bolt upright, holding onto the counter with
one hand for support. "But I saw you! I saw you leaving this morning." "I just went for a walk around the block."
"A walk around the..."
"Lisa, did you think I went to the airport?"
Shit. Lisa probably shouldn't say yes to that. Shit shit shit. "Umm... maybe?"
"Why?"
"I don't know, Jennie. People don't really go for walks around the block in LA. That's more of an East Coast thing."
"Well, there you have it." Jennie sounded annoyed. Shit, she sounded annoyed. "We figured it out. In case you were in any doubt, Lisa, I am not from LA."
Ok. It was ok. Jennie was annoyed, but the main thing was she didn't leave. She was still at the hotel. Lisa felt a burst of elation that she hadn't missed Jennie.
"Just sit tight. I'm on my way. I'll be right there. Ok?"
"Fine," Jennie said. "I'm not going anywhere."
Lisa clicked the phone back off. Jennie wasn't going anywhere. She
hadn't run away. She just went for a walk around the block. Maybe Jennie wasn't even mad at her. Maybe everything was fine. Ok, she thought, breaking into a broad grin. OK. OK. OK. Everything was fine.
Lisa began striding toward the main exit. She slipped the cell phone into her pocket as she went.
"Wait!" she heard a voice say behind her. She turned around to see the girl behind the airline counter waving at her frantically. "Wait! Wait!" she called.
Fuck, Lisa thought. She had promised her a picture.
"Sorry!" Lisa called back, pointing at the spot on her wrist where her watch would normally sit. "No time for pictures!"
Lisa had spun back toward the exit when she heard her voice stammering behind her. "But-But-BUT THAT'S MY PHONE!"
She stopped in her tracks, mentally slapping herself in the forehead. Lisa could just see the headline now. "Hollywood Celebrity Steals Cell Phone from Adoring Fan!" Rosé would have a field day with that one.
Lisa turned and jogged back over to her. "Sorry."
Lisa shot her a sheepish grin as she slid the phone back to her. Then, on a whim, she leaned across the counter a planted a kiss on her cheek.
"You're a lifesaver!" Lisa said. She clapped her hand over her mouth in astonishment as Lisa turned and once again headed for the exit.
Lisa made it to the doors at last and swivelled her head left and right, trying to remember where she had left her car. Oh right, she didn't have a car. She had a motorcycle.
That motorcycle over there, probably. The shiny black one that she could just make out in the distance. The one she must have left in a... NO PARKING ZONE. The one now attached to the back of a tow truck - currently being hauled away.
Good one Lisa. Well done.
Chapter 63
"Just sit tight."
That's what Lisa had said on the phone just now. Jennie sighed as she sat
in front of the coffee table, shovelling pizza into her mouth. She'd already polished off two slices and her stomach was starting to get that unpleasant, distended feeling that comes from binging on too much greasy food. She should probably slow down.
"Just sit tight. I'm on my way. I'll be right there."
She slid a third slice of pizza onto her plate.
Lisa was coming back to talk to her, and Jennie knew what she was going
to say. All the comfort food in the world wasn't going to take away the feeling of impending doom. She almost wished Lisa had done it over the phone just now. It would have been easier. Then Jennie could just collect her things and slink away - and not have to worry about hiding how much it hurt.
But Lisa would never break up with someone over the phone. That was the thing about her. As much as Jisoo liked to knock her down and call her names, it wasn't true. Lisa was a good person. Not a douchebag. Lisa would never been a douchebag, right? Oh, why couldn't she just be a douchebag? This would be so much easier right now if she were just a douchebag.
Jennie's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. She looked down in confusion at her cell phone, sitting next to her on the couch where she had left it. The ringing wasn't coming from there. It sounded like it was in bedroom. One of Lisa's phones? Had she left one of them here when she went out before?
She ignored the sound and began patting the slice of pizza with a napkin to absorb the excess grease. To her relief, she heard the ringing stop - only to start up again a moment later.
"You never heard of leaving a message?" Jennie muttered in annoyance.
She sighed. Maybe it was important. She should probably go see who it was. She stood up and headed into the bedroom. There was Lisa's phone, lying in the middle of the bed with the caller ID clearly visible.
