“Oh, well okay,” I laugh.“He tips well.”
“Ha,” Omar laughs.
“I’m going to go home now,” I say.
“Well, be safe.Call if you need anything, okay?”Omar says.“We will have to meet up for lunch one day.”
“Okay,” I smile.“Bye, guys.”
“Bye, Lorelei,” Rob says, hugging me.Omar hugs me next before I leave.I hurry to my car before I start crying.
I don’t know why I am upset.I only liked being here for the dancing, and I have a plan.I’ll go up there tomorrow and handle it, so it won’t be that big of a deal.It doesn’t stop me from crying all the way home.When I park, I am sniffling as I go inside and step into the elevator.At the last second, a man steps in.When I look up, I can only see his back.He says nothing and has his hood up, so I assume it’s my late-night friend who never speaks.I am usually too exhausted to pay attention to how tall he is.He is kind of hunched over, though, so I can’t really tell exactly how tall he is.When we get to my floor and the doors open, I step past without a word.A familiar scent hits me, and I spin around to see the doors shut.
Weird.
When I step into my apartment, I pull my phone out and text Remy as I get ready to take a bath.My body is sore, so I think relaxing will do me some good.Once the kettle is on, I go into the bathroom to fill up the old clawfoot tub.
I’m home :)
Remy
Just now?
I went by the club…
Remy
Oh?What for?
I quit and then sobbed the whole way home.I think I’m broken.
Not broken, just traumatized.Closing chapters of your life can be taxing.What are you doing?
Wishing I was a lobster.
Brat :(
I’m getting ready for bed lol.Going to drink tea and read.Think tea and a muscle relaxer is a bad combo?
If you have to question it, maybe don’t lol.
That’s fair.Tea acquired.In the bath now.What are you doing?
Just texting you.Can I ask you something?
Go for it.
Remy
You always call me innocent.Is that a bad thing?I can’t tell if it’s a stab at me or if you are just playing.
It’s not bad at all, Remy.You are the sweetest man I have literally ever known.Innocent does not mean bad.It just means you have not been ruined by the world like I have been.
It also means inexperienced, Lori.Also, you are not ruined.
Inexperienced just means you need a good teacher ;) I feel ruined.My lady bits are swollen, dude.Too much info, I know.
You are not ruined, and you will heal, Lori.Do you need anything?