No Good (Neymar Jr.)

3. Another

As much I hated to admit it, I really needed to listen to this Nina girl again. I scrolled trough my phone to find the number I had dialed on that night.

I shook as I tapped the green button with the words, 'Call Back'.

I sighed and tapped it and put the phone up to my ear. Not only was I nervous, I was scared she wouldn't answer.

"Hellloooooo! Nina speaking!" She giggles and her friends can be heard in the background.

"Yes, hi. I was wondering if you happen to remember me from 2 nights ago?" I quiver my words a bit, praying she didn't notice.

"Sweets, I get a lot of calls - oh thanks sweetie. - But I couldn't have possibly remembered who this person is!" She sips something then stays quiet.

"Oh.. Does the nam-"

"Babe, I am a brown haired woman who has no idea what your talking about." She says, chuckling which makes me pause.

"As I was saying, does the name Neymar ring a bell?" I swallow, praying it helped her memory.

"Famous Brazilian player.. yea. What about him?" She giggles and shuffles around, as if she was adjusting herself in a chair.

I rub my temple in annoyance, and say, "Okay, let's do something."

A pause.

"Sure." She gulps pretty loud, as if nervous.

"Meet me somewhere. I'm from work. Remember?" I make up something really quick, hoping once again she doesn't notice. The palms of my hands were sweating, meaning I had to put the phone up every now and then (it was slipping). That's how nervous I was.

"Okay. Do you still work here? I don't know where you happen to be at the momen-" She stops and a flipping page noise is heard.

"Uhm, I have a shift at 10pm next week." I say, trying not to make the tremble in my voice notciable.

"One sec," She flips more pages then finally makes an ah sound. "Hey, hey. Julio, why would you be asking me if you wanted to do something with me? You're random, my man." She chuckles and my heart dissolves like kool-aid and water. Then it hits me: Julio must be the one with a 10pm shift next week. Oh shit.

"This is he....."