Amanda tried to text
Trisha again. She texted her once the day before, but Trisha didn't respond.
Amanda figured that Trisha was busy with her show, but when she didn't get any
response at all, she became concerned.
"You did make
it there in one piece, right?" Amanda asked.
There was a few
moments before she got a response.
Trisha texted back, "It was a late night. It'll probably be the same for
the entire week."
Amanda texted, "So you'll be gone for the rest of the week?"
tell you all about it when I'm back."
"So, see you
Amanda stuck her
phone into her laptop bag. She figured that she was inside sulking long enough
and she planned on going back to the coffee shop. She was also done hiding from
something that isn't likely to happen again.
She grabbed her bag
and headed out the door.
When she ordered her
coffee, the baristas were happy to see her and had her coffee ready almost
Didn't know that anyone noticed or cared,
Amanda thought and she was glad she decided to come back. Mr. Businessman was
probably still in jail, anyway, and it's unlikely she'll see him anytime soon.
Amanda stopped. She
had forgotten his name. She always knew him as "Mr. Businessman" but
she thought Trisha told her his name at the hotel.
No matter, she thought, he'll always be Mr.
Businessman to me, Amanda thought. She can still picture him in his
business attire, poking at the screen of his phone.
She took the booth
in the far back, knowing that not too many can see her. However, the few people
that can see her, she can also see. She no longer trusts anyone and she
certainly was done observing people going out and about their day.
She put her laptop
onto the table and opened it. It was on a website with a video that she was
going to watch while she was there. A couple sits down at a table within her
sight. She watches them as she puts her earbuds on. Satisfied that they didn't
seem interested in her, she turns to her video.
She presses play and
puts it into full screen mode. It started off as footage of a dashcam, driving
on a straight and narrow road. Amanda then saw herself going down a long tube
in a car on a track. She looks up and see the massive braces fly overhead. She
looks to her right and sees a massive field of very tall flowers. These were
the same flowers that were on her painting at home.
She looks forward
again only to see the "replay" icon on her screen. She looked over to
where the couple had been, but saw an employee wiping down their table instead.
Surprised that the
time flew so fast, she checked the time. Thirty-six minutes had passed.