Finding Franco

03 | capture

03 | capture

Franco appeared in my dream again. He was smiling as usual, always happy whenever I'm around. It was cute, really. I miss his smile.

Logan and I have been spending more time together. He offered me a job at Christie's Cafe and I gladly accepted it. I need a distraction and working was the perfect thing for me.

New customers come all the time, every hour. I keep hoping I'd see Franco walk in and ask for a coffee or better yet, talk to me.

But he never came.

Logan tried cheering me up all day and every time, he would fail. I hate putting him through that but I never asked him to stay and be my friend or therapist.

Some people never know when to give up.

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I found a new location on Franco.

Carlos, my best friend, is majoring in high class technology. He's always had a way with computers. He's a great hacker who loved creating robots and other technical things that I never cared to know about but now it's become useful.

He spent months trying to track Franco's phone. He sometimes succeeded but every time I got to Franco's new location, there was nothing to see. Nothing that proved anyone was living there or even was there.

I texted Franco's phone number every night. If he changed his number, then the person who owns it now would've told me to stop texting and calling but that never happened. It gave me hope that Franco at least saw my many texts and missed calls.

Carlos and I sat in front of a fancy hotel, three hours away from where we lived. It was on the edge of New York City, close enough for Franco to stop by whenever he wanted and leave without being caught.

It was exhausting driving all the way up here but I was desperate for an explanation. A sign to show that Franco was alive.

"Do you really think he could be in there?" There was hope in my tone that I couldn't hide.

"He better be," Carlos grumbles, softly shutting his laptop. "It took me forever just to find this damn location and now my feet are cramping for driving three hours straight with a jumping bunny beside me."

"Oh, stop complaining you baboon!" I unbuckle myself and walk into the hotel with Carlos following reluctantly behind me.

I walk up to the concierge. "Excuse me, can you tell me which room Franco West is staying in?"

The woman's eyes look at me, bored. "I'm sorry, but we can't release any guest information." Her voice was monotone and bored. Is this how she treats guests?

Carlos comes up behind me and flash a hundred dollar bill with a flirtatious grin.

The woman raises an eyebrow. "Are you bribing me, sir?"

Carlos' grin gets wider and he shrugs. "Is it working?"

"Sir, you know you can go to jail for bribing me."

Carlos scowls and says, "Well, the president is dead now. Thank you very much." He grabs my arm and leads me to a sitting area. He groans, "What now?"