Fast Lane (G/t)

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⌚ Later, 6:30 pm ⌚ 

"Are we here now? Ugh, why am I so-? Wut."

Ainsley opened her closed eyelids and looked above her to see scarlet, violet, and coral painting the skies and felt scratchy grains of sand rubbing her skin everywhere, and that was a total shock. All she remembered was her going through a city, watching buildings zoom by, and now... she was on a beach. It made no sense to her. After all, it should be very difficult to fall asleep... on a giant, moving motorcycle. Speaking of it... 

"Where is it? Where am I?" Ainsley pushed herself off the ground to stand, and the only thing she saw in front of her was the sun setting on the horizon and the glimmering ocean. "Wow, pretty... but where is everyone? Shouldn't there be people setting up or something?"

The little lady decided to go against her usually morals and look for people, including Motorcycle Dude... or Phone Guy... or maybe even Preston. She just wanted someone to lead her in the right direction. Choosing to go the other way, Ainsley brought a leg back behind her; however, her foot ran across something hard and textured, catching her attention. She turned around and saw something sticking out of the ground. Instinctively, she got down on her knees and initiated a dig for the object, uncovering another business card - another 'Preston Kane' card that stunned Ainsley to death. 

"What? Is this guy trying to play me? How... How did I get here!?" But, it was the underside of it that actually upset her - a handwritten message:

"So, I heard that you've been looking for me. Are you going to find me?"

"Well, girl, are you?" asked a surprise voice in front of her. 

By the strength and volume of the voice alone, she knew she was dealing with a human. But, its... his voice sounded neither like Phone Guy's nor Motorcycle Dude's, and he didn't think of Preston having a voice like this guy. But, for what she knew, it could've been him. So, she didn't know how to respond, when she looked up to see a guy looking approximately her age squatted down across from her, wearing cargo shorts, a tank top, and a beach towel over a shoulder, looking down, right in her eyes. She was aware that the card's emblem was also on his towel, so she knew that he and Preston had some kind of relation.

Like before, she was terrified to move. However, this time, she had some nerve, being blunt and getting to the point. 

"Are... Are you Preston?"

The guy wasn't surprised that she asked that question, but he was surprised that she talked so immediately. Whether it was her shyness, her naivety, or her cuteness (size related or not), she humored him greatly, putting a smile on his face when he replied, 

"Me? God, no. I couldn't be him if I tried. Not sure if I'd wanna be, either. Well, maybe a little. I'm not Preston. I'm Mac." He finished the greeting by bringing a hand to her. Of course, Ainsley flinched, but when she saw that he wasn't going to grab her, she ended her worries and shook his hand... well, finger.

"Mac," she echoed, clicking the k sound at the end, making him chuckle. "So, Mac, do you know where Preston is? Or the guy that drove me here, at least?"

Mac frowned at the questions with confusion, for he knew a lot about her issue that even she didn't know, but after some thinking, he understood her logic and decided to play along. 

"I know where I saw them last, but you probably won't find them there now."

"Really?" she asked with a frown. "*sigh* First, I get thrown around, and now I'm left behind? Just great."