A Day Unlike Yesterday

Chapter Two

What in God's name am I doing?! I just agreed to continue to be engaged to someone I can't even remember. I gawk vacantly at the ring on my left hand. It makes my hand feel heavier, but my heart feels lighter as if, somehow, this is what it wanted all along. Is companionship really what I've been missing in my life?

We ride in silence, but after a few minutes, he takes my hand and envelope it in his warm, firm grip. Why is it so easy with him? Do I really have such strong feelings for him? I am not sure, but even though I don't remember him, my body clearly does. I entwine my fingers with his, enjoying the warmth. I look at him, but then glance away quickly when I realize he's looking back.

I catch him smiling in my peripheral vision and suppress a smile of my own.

He pulls into the parking lot of a particularly fancy looking bar. The building itself is a quaint square shape with windows covering nearly its entirety. And they are tinted a musky black so you can only faintly see the outlines of human bodies scattered about. A few restaurants are located a couple yards in either direction of the bar. I search for the name and discover it in white letters on a black sign shaped like a fedora.

The Speakeasy Fedhoura.

Clever. Speakeasy hour in a fedora; literally hidden within the word fedora.

He lets go of my hand long enough to exit the car and meet me at my door. Then we are attached at the palm again as he leads me inside. The music is loud enough to be heard outside, albeit muffled, but strangely isn't set at an uncomfortable level inside the speakeasy. The doorman checks our IDs and then waves us in. I scan the groups of people lounging about the room and finally catch a pair of familiar blue eyes on the dance floor.

Jenna's light eyebrows lift and her eyes widen happily as she sashays off the dance floor in our direction, towing someone a little less familiar behind her.

"Pressie!" She purrs.

Her blond, fluffy curls change from purple, to green, to blue under the disco lights. She crushes me in a tight embrace. Thank God she seems to be the same Jenna I remember. I can't take any more surprises at this point. I wrap my own arms tightly around her. I don't want to let go. Her arms feel like home and are the first things to make sense in this stupid, confusing time.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" She murmurs against my ear when our hug lingers longer than usual.

"No." I whisper back. I can't lie to this girl; not to my best friend.

Jenna pulls back and I release her reluctantly. She has her 'I'm pretending everything is fine until we're alone and I can demand an explanation' face plastered on. She nods at gorgeous eyes.

"Callum."

I perk up a bit, finally getting to hear his name. Callum. That is interesting. I kind of like it. But the way Jenna said it is so formal, almost cold. What is that about?

"Jenna."

"Glad to see you convinced her to come. We're over there if you want to go order something and join us." Jenna points to a round table in the corner opposite the dance floor.

Jenna doesn't introduce the handsome Asian boy to her left, so I guess that means I've already met him before. He must be Cole. I didn't realize she'd started dating again. I'd just assumed Cole was a friend of my mysterious fiance. The last time I saw Jenna she had a terrible breakup. I was worried she wouldn't bounce back in her romantic life, but I guess I'd been wrong.

The two appear to be quite close. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and Jenna leans into his side comfortably. Cole flashes me a warm smile. Jenna watches me closely as I follow Callum to the bar.