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Chapter 9 - Nostalgic Memories

"I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats COULD grin."

- Alice ~ Alice in Wonderland

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Corida's POV

I glance at Indie's wristwatch to keep track of how long she's held me -captive, basically- at the same table where she sat me down to spill her guts out about everything that's happened to her so far: it was around quarter past 9am. Basically we've been sat here for approximately 2 hours. 2 long and uneventful hours. But that was eventually about to change... just not yet.

Indigo was still talking about the time when she was 14 and she got her hair stuck in a hair brush and had to cut it out with her new mother's (at the time) scissors. The absent chunk of hair obviously didn't look too neatly done nor did it seem fashionable honestly. This resulted in Indigo begging her mother for a new haircut; one which ended just below her shoulders, about 4 inches shorter than what it once was. As you can probably tell, Indigo refused to leave out a single detail about each of her tellings.

I'd been subtly distracting myself during her storytelling by hopelessly looking around for something to amuse my bored mind. I found nothing, however, because the time was still early and barely anyone was pondering the streets and most shops appeared deserted other than one or two people here and there.

I sigh discretely so that Indie doesn't hear but judging by the perplexed yet soft expression on her face that follows, I'm sure she did.

"Am I boring you? I'm sorry, Corie, it's just been so long since we last saw each other and I honestly want you to know everything as if you were never..." She trails off, a lonesome look occupying her features which her normally bubbly persona didn't suit at all. "Never gone." Indigo finished hesitantly as if not wanting to sound rude or insult me, but I couldn't be insulted. Not when I knew it was true.

I lean back in my chair slowly, taking in her full stance: rigid and slumped. I sigh inwardly at myself because I didn't mean to offend her by radiating boredom. "Listen, Indie, I completely get why you're doing this - and it's nice to finally catch up and all - but don't you think we could do something too? Maybe... shop? Or buy a fish or something?"

"Buy a fish?" Indie raises her eyebrows in a mix of question and amusement.

I shrug in response. "It's an idea."

Shaking her head, she stands up and looks at me patiently, silently asking me to follow. I comply with a small smile on my lips.

I follow Indigo to a car park near the place where I'd first spotted her as she talks animatedly about how coincidental it was to bump into one another. Indigo then goes on to talk about Dylan and how he's changed since I last saw him, but I find that somewhat hard to believe for some peculiar reason beyond me. It's not like I haven't changed either. I never used to be a hitman of sorts...

"Damn! I forgot where I parked," Indie halts abruptly and groans - cutting my trains of thoughts off, "Again..." I hear her whisper to herself as if reprimanding herself for doing this many times before.

I laugh quietly and face her frowning character. "Why don't you press the button on your keys? You know, the one that unlocks your car and makes the lights flash?"

She grins sheepishly and scrunches her nose up, "That would be the smart thing to do, wouldn't it?"

Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, Indie pulls out her keys and presses the button I suggested, resultantly making a car about over 30 feet away flash its headlights brightly.