Chapter 4
The morning was bright, it wasn't hot nor was it cold but rather just perfect.
For the fifth time Yuki tried to call Vincent's cell phone and for the fifth time there was no answer until Yuki just gave up.
"I wonder if he's alright." He sighed. "Last night was pretty wild." He smiled.
Slowly Vincent's eyes opened as he pushed himself to sit upright. He was in a bed, a soft and expensive one of that. Looking around he realized he was in an unfamiliar room that looked well kept. Pushing away the soft sheets he couldn't but noticed a scent in the air.
Incense, he thought. It was strong but a small part of him liked it.
How did I get here? He thought. And where exactly is here? Where the hell is Yuki?
Vincent reached for his jacket on the floor digging through pockets hoping to find his phone, but it was nowhere to be found. He tried his pants but still nothing.
"Holy shit...what the hell happened last night?" he whispered to himself.
He jumped from the bed slid his feet into his shoes after spending several seconds looking for them. Carefully he began moving silently through what now seemed to be some kind of apartment. Who lived here was now the big question. Then there were suddenly voices talking to one another in the next room. Pressing himself against the wall Vincent listened into the conversation between two women.
"So he's still asleep then?" one voiced asked.
"Yes mom, he's asleep in the guest bedroom." Another voice answered.
"So what do you think of him?"
"Well he doesn't seem like the type you described him to be."
"I see, so will he be staying for dinner?"
"I don't know. I could ask when he wakes up."
Having heard that, Vincent stepped out to reveal himself.
"I'd like to stay for dinner." he said.
The two women standing before him looked almost alike. One was mature and beautiful, her curly black hair stretching past her shoulders while her daughter's hung at the same length but lacked curls. Their matching eyes were bright blue.
"Then it's settled, I hope you don't mind settling for a chicken salad Vincent."
Then a dark feeling settled inside Vincent, it was one of shame.
"Forgive me, you know my name but I'm afraid I'm not familiar with either of yours..."
The woman narrowed her eyes and sighed.
"Typical. He's just like his father."
Vincent's heart sank deep upon hearing those words.
"You know my father?"
The woman simply turned and walked to the kitchen.
"We'll discuss that subject at dinner. Until then you're in Lisa's care. Don't let him out of your sight honey."
Glaring into his eyes the younger girl smiled. "I won't."
Sitting at a wooden dinner table with two women he barely knew, hardly gave Vincent any comfort but he was not lost on confidence. The salad did not lack taste but rather was unlike anything he'd tasted before.
"So Vincent how's your salad?" Lisa asked.
"Yes, how is it Vincent?" he mother added.
"It's splendid actually." He smiled.
