March 28, 1988
Bradley International Airport
Hartford, Connecticut
4:25 pm
Tatiana's Perspective:
"Taxi!" I yell and wave my hand around erratically to the nearest transportation vehicle.
Luckily enough, one catches my attention and pulls up to the curb right beside me and allows me to get in. He exits the taxi to assist me with my luggage.
"Where to little lady?" The driver asks after hopping back into the driver's seat.
Little lady? Gross...
"Uhm...The Hilton, please."
We begin to speed off from the bustling airport which was filled with industrious activity. People who were rushing in and out of the airport with heavy luggage began to become more and more out-of-sight as we grew farther away. The vehicle possessed the strong odor of stale cigarettes and what I thought to be urine.
Ugh...Just suck it up...
To keep my self-preoccupied, I stared mindlessly out the window at the New England rain that seemed to pour down continuously.
"So, where you from?" The sleazy driver asked, breaking the silence. (Besides the music playing from the radio.)
"Um, California..." I state hesitantly.
"Well, no wonder you're so pretty...You're a west coast girl, I see."
An uncomfortable scowl exposes itself to my face and I can feel myself starting to get nauseous. For the rest of the trip into the city, I look back out the window and answer to every question he asks with an "Mhm" or a "No."
The Hilton
5:00 pm
Finally, we get to my hotel which is in downtown Hartford and smelly boy, my new nickname for the driver, again helps me retrieve my luggage.
"Thank you, sir, how much do I owe you?" I ask and force out any bit of sincerity as I begin to search my purse for my wallet.
"It'll cost one date with me tonight at six." He suggests while coming up close to me. His arm slowly starts to wrap around my slender waistline.
In a flash, I stop my search for my wallet and smack him with my purse.
"Don't you ever fucking touch me again! Do you want money or what?" I snap, ignoring the fact he was now nurturing his freshly reddened cheek.
"Holy shit, lady...It'll be five bucks then." He settles for.
Quickly, I pull the dollar bill out, crumble it up, and throw it at him before taking my own luggage and cantering away.
*15 minutes later*
Upon entering my room, I chuck my luggage off to the one side of the room and take a moment to lay down on the bed. I took the mediocrely comfortable square pillow and smash it into my face.
After two long and delayed flights, I was ready to slip into a coma until tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't do that because there was planning to do.
Spiteful planning...
Instead of rolling around in bed doing nothing, I get up and organize my luggage neatly. One by one, I perfectly lay out what I believe will get me one step closer to Michael.
One blonde wig with heavy bangs.
A false nose that will cover up my own.
A pair of pale blue eye contacts.
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