Chapter thirty four
Stage three: Indecision and Secrecy
California
A rainbow of pixels appeared for a split second returning back to the audio cover of Brown Sugar.
Refresh.
Ahuh!
My screen saver popped up before the song played again.
Brown Sugar
" Damn it" I muttered under my breath as my hands dropped to the sides of my torso.
The following day I freshened myself up climbed down the spiralling flight of stairs then got into the kitchen checking out the display of the variety of pastries.
Let's see what shall I have today ?
A glazed pastry baked in a shape of a shell peppered in cinnamon caught my eye. Captured with a napkin the pastry was going to meet its fate when the hair at the back of my neck stood on its end.
My spin made me land into the person who stood in his spot as a statue and sculpted as one.
" Sorry" I apologised just I found his blue eyes pierce through my soul,the chiselled face and messy hair appealing the look unnerved me alittle.
" No it's my fault" he uttered still staring a cold look in his bright eyes.
" Okay see you around" I stated grabbing my coffee and cinnamon bun out of here not fast enough.
I had to eat at the storage room wolfing down my bun once done I checked the kitchen to find no one I sighed in relief then commenced to get out on the streets.
Standing on the side walk a green rusty pick up truck pulled over right in front of me.
Green pickup truck?
What is it about it that seems off ?
" The 1996 Ford truck?" Troy voice echoed in my head.
Despite the presence of rays from the sun that created warmth you could bask in my hands were ice cold and clammy.
The poker face contorted to one of a tight smile.
" Need a ride ?"
" It's okay besides you're not heading in the direction I'm going to"
" Where are you going?"
" I'm to get on the TMZ bus" I lied praying he couldn't hear the erratic beating of my heart.
" Damn Shame okay see ya" he bidded before I waltzed to the train station honestly brisk walked to Amtrak.
Brown Su- " Damn it" I cursed again lowering the volume which was the only thing I could do. The ride to iFixit was long I loved Impossible and I love her even more after this.
It was noon by the time I got to the repair store and as just like the hostel there's a line.
" Number forty six" he called I stepped to him placing my laptop and phone on the desk.
" Hi my phone needs a new board and my laptop crashed "
" Ah the tinkerer what happened phone didn't work after fixing it in ?"
" No I couldn't open it"
" I see what about the laptop what we're you doing before it crashed" he replied.
My eyes narrowed into slits studying his features just in case anything goes wrong.
Dark eyes with no facial hair,hair pulled back in a ponytail tail, mole at the neck.
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The journey to recovery
Genç KurguA young truck driver has to travel land and sea to Denmark to receive answers for her ignored questions that have waited long enough while enduring the challenge of a charismatic alcoholic who happens to be more influential than she anticipated. ...
