Epilogue
Amy sat on the patio of a Starbuck's coffee overlooking the Freemont street experience in downtown Las Vegas. She was reading the Las Vegas Sun and sipping on a Caramel Macchiato. At her side was her bodyguard who she had begun to call Happy after the character in the Iron Man comic books and movie. She told he resembled the character. He sat next to her sipping on a small cup of black coffee. As far as she knew, he had been her bodyguard from day one.
It was a cool summer morning and the shade from the giant canopy helped the keep even cooler. A light breeze sent various litter down the street. A few people walked down as vendors began to open their stalls and impersonators began to wake up.
"The economy is at an all time low here, so many people out of jobs," Amy said.
"It's said," Happy responded.
"Why do I even bother reading this sludge?"
"Comfort?"
"Maybe," she looked up to see a man walking down the street looking up at the blank canopy.
Something about him sent butterflies free in her stomach. She rose to her feet.
"Something wrong Ms. Adams?" Happy asked politely, looking towards the large man walking down the street.
"No, I don't think so," she stood up and Happy began to as well, "no," she waved at him, "wait here."
"Yes, ma'am," Happy answered.
Amy wore a beige skirt, brown shirt, and beige blazer. She looked like a lawyer or business woman, not the actress she really was. The sun cracking through the canopy made her red hair seem even lighter. She took off her sunglasses as she approached the man.
The man wore a baseball cap with an old WWF logo and simple black Tshirt and jeans. He looked like he weighed about 250 pounds of pure muscle, was clean shaven, wore sunglasses, and looked very familiar.
"Excuse me?" Amy said to him. He looked around before pointing to himself.
"Me?" he asked bewildered.
"Yes," she extended her hand, "my name is Amy Adams, I was wondering if I know you from somewhere?"
"I am afraid not, I'm sure I would have remembered someone as beautiful as you," he smiled before taking off his sunglassed.
"Michael Hawkins, but my friends call me Mick."
"Hi Mick," she said, "would you like to join me for coffee?"
"I would love to, Amy."
They walked towards the Starbuck's Coffee shop as a gift that was left for them began to return to them. Something that was buried into their minds by a friend they would never remember. A feeling that planted roots in them that summer morning in Downtown Las Vegas, Nevada. The present of love embedded in them by one Clay Owens, never disappear again.
"No love, no friendship
Can cross the path of our destiny
Without leaving
Some mark on it forever."
~Francois Mauriac
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