Banded Reunion

Part 11

Kara tapped her foot as she patiently, well not so patiently, waited for her laptop to finish loading and sipped on her decaf coffee from Starbucks.

She still had sunglasses on in the middle of the day. She was slightly hungover from a night of partying. She hasn't been one to get drunk since getting her new heart, but yesterday seemed to be an exception.

The ringing of her phone woke her from her lazy trance. And made the pounding in her head a little louder. The blonde groaned with an annoyed sighed as she pressed answer instead of ignore. "What?" She barked into the phone, not bothering to check the caller ID and find out who was actually calling her.

"Kara is it?" A low unfamiliar male voice spoke into the phone.

"Yes. Who the hell is this?" It wasn't a voice she even vaguely remembered.

"Brad." When she didn't immediately respond he continued. "From last night."

She inwardly rolled her eyes with annoyance as she recalled the events of last night.

She had shown up at a local bar with a few friends from work. After a few hours of throwing away every care she had in her body with dancing she sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Brad was the bartender there who flirted with her from behind the counter. He was tall, had light brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was easy on the eyes, that was the only part of the night she bothered remembering. That he was cute, not what he blabbed on and on about the entire evening. They had resorted to going back to Kara's apartment and hooked up. But by morning everything was fuzzy and achy so she ordered him out of her place and hoped to never hear from him again. This was a call she was definitely not expecting.

"Right, hi." She spoke hesitantly which was rare of her. She always held a certain wave of confidence around her. Maybe it was the early hour of the morning or the sound of his irritatingly chipper tone but everything was annoying her at the moment and she couldn't begin to fathom pretending to care about the conversation taking place. "How did you get this number anyway?"

"You wrote in on a napkin when I poured you the drink you ordered." He explained.

"Of course I did." She grumbled under her breath.

"I was just wondering if you were interested in seeing each other again?"

She groaned as she pressed her coffee to her forehead to try and stop the pounding in her brain. Did he seriously not get the purpose of a one-time drunken hook up? "I have a lot going on in the next couple weeks. Holidays and everything you know how that is."

"Well how about coffee sometime?"

He was persistent. She had to give him that much. "I don't think so."

"But-"

"Bye now."

With one exasperated click she had ended the call and set her phone down next to her.

She actually couldn't wait to be around her old friends at Ocean Park Hospital. Everyone in LA was starting to annoy the living day lights of her. A change of scenery and company was exactly what she needed at the moment.