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Me: Out, but I’ll catch up with you later. R U going to the club or The Lounge?
Amy: Maybe The Lounge if you’re busy with your boyfriend
Amy: OHHHH! Not sure if it’s a rumor, but the owner of the club got arrested today!
Me: Where did you hear that?
Amy: Here, some college kids were in earlier talking about it. Anyway, text later!
I didn’t know until today that Jason owned the club, and it seemed like she didn’t know yet.
I sat staring out the window as the caffeine started working its magic. How did I get here? Yesterday I was single, the lead singer in a band, and only moderately nuts. Today I had been attacked, had some kind of relationship, I think, was pining over a guy I’ve known forever but somehow only this morning had the most mindblowing sex of my life with, just shelled out a grand to bust him out of jail, and felt completely out of my mind. But why? I can’t even think of a time before the last few nights that he had his hands on any part me, even as innocently as a handshake. But those hands. On me. Damn.
Was this an illusion? Was it just White Knight Syndrome? He did rescue me. But even before that there was something. I noticed him differently. There was a moment when he walked me home the other night. Given I thought it was a drunk moment that I misread, but if what he said was all true, maybe I was right that night he walked me home. Was this under the surface all along?
Regardless of what it was, something felt different now. Something in the way he touched me, the way he looked at me. It wasn’t something I’ve felt before, but the feelings were big. Overwhelming. Have I just been avoiding this to spite myself?
I smacked the table, impressed at my realization. Because as crazy as it all seemed, I thought I was falling for him, maybe already fell. I couldn’t be sure since it was a completely foreign feeling. I had managed to avoid any real feelings ever since I’ve been dating.
I heard whispers coming from the employees and had sufficiently mutilated the donut without eating any of it, so I tossed it’s remains in the bag and jumped up quickly to leave, dumping the donut. My realization and the caffeine gave me a second wind.
As I turned to fly out the door, I bumped into someone hard but managed to not spill any of my iced coffee. I looked up to a dashing figure, taller than Jason but not quite as broad.
“Hey Lucy, I thought that was you.”
“Hey, Dad.” He leaned to me, so I reached my arms out to give him a hug.
“So, what brings you to the side of the road? Meeting someone?” he asked.
“Yeah, meeting a friend soon. Stopped to grab a coffee. Love my iced coffee.” My dad wasn’t bad. In fact, he was great. But he was also the Chief of Police. Very strait-laced. Very by-the-book. And very disapproving of my music career goals and the fact I was practically an old maid. He had my mother married and pregnant before her 21stbirthday with my older brother.
“Your mother would love to see you. It’s been a while since you came for dinner.”
I nodded and the normal amount of parental-induced guilt started washing over me.
“Yeah, I know. Just crazy busy lately. But I’ll call mom soon and plan to come over.”
He nodded and smiled his warm dad-smile and gave me a squeeze. “Alright kiddo, I know you have to run. Just be safe. Do you need money for clothes?”
“What, no, I’m good. Why?” I asked, confused.
“I think you left half of your skirt at home.” He was grinning at his joke.
I made gun fingers to humor him. “Oh, you got me there, Dad. Love you. I’ll call Mom soon.”
“Love you, kiddo. Be good.”
I instinctively tugged at the bottom of my skirt, trying to inch it down since my dad was likely watching me walk away. It wasn’t really even that short, but dad’s always thought their daughter’s skirts were too short.
I couldn’t go back into the bail bondsman’s office right now. I had to wait until the coast was clear. I walked past it but not much time had passed, and she had said it would be a couple hours until he would be released anyway. I walked about half an hour then finally turned back, praying my dad had gone home by now.
It was just past eight when I snuck back into the bail bondsman’s office. The pretty girl was still there and greeted me. It was getting dark outside, and the office was even more depressing with the darker background outside enhancing the florescent lights inside.
“Hey hun, should be just a bit. You can walk with the agent or wait here, up to you. But feel free to sit and grab a magazine or something until then.”
I found a seat in the corner behind some posters covering the glass. I figured my dad was gone by now but didn’t want to take any chances. When I ran into him it didn’t seem like Jimmy had mentioned I had been in, or what about.
My coffee high was wearing off fast. That was the worst part of the sugary deliciousness. It never lasted.
