In style no less.
“Are you really going to be my buddy?” she asked.
“Do you want me to be?”
“I promised my doc I would be all in with this, so yes.”
“All right. Let me see you cell phone.”
He typed his number into her cell and called his own, saving her number.
“There you go. You get into a tight spot, and need to talk, call me.”
She nodded. “Same for you.”
He smirked. “Yeah, all right.”
He waited as she unlocked her door and slid inside.
“See you around, Estelle,” he said, tapping her hood as he walked over to his bike. He got on and pulled out of the parking lot knowing the refined woman would never place a call.
CHAPTER TWO
Estelle
I like bartending. She studied the quick pour the teacher demonstrated and did her best to emulate the technique as she counted silently in her head. The last thing she wanted to do was over pour and cut into the bar’s profits. She’d watched enough Bar Rescue to know that was a huge no-no. The highly addictive show had given her a crash course on what made a good bartender in the real world. School could only teach you so much, the rest was tricks of the trade and charisma. The thought of inventing a “work personality” appealed to her. Task completed, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at her accomplishment.
She threw herself into the classes head first. Recipes, ingredients, portion, and pours were logical. They made sense. She could wrap her brain around them. At the end of the day she felt a sense of worth. The class was full of people younger than her and friendly. They had no clue who she was or what she’d been through. Being anonymous rocked.
“Good job, Estelle,” Patrick, her instructor, said.
She flashed him a small smile and placed the bottle down. She’d be able to wow the customers with the best of them once she graduated. The thought of working somewhere small and a little wild kept her optimistic. Maybe if she spent the day listening to everyone else’s problem, her own would remain at bay.
“I think that’s it for the day. You guys are doing really well. I don’t see any of you having a problem finding a job after you get your certificates. I hope you’ll take advantage of the job placement assistance we offer.”
Her heart sank. Today had gone by too fast. She wasn’t ready to leave. Anxiety gnawed at her insides. The classes were at night, which made it about eleven. There were no coffee shops to linger in, or books stores to browse at. Short of walking around the twenty-four-hour grocer aimlessly, she was screwed. Her stomach gurgled as she gathered her folder, and purse, and said her good-byes. Conversation rose around her as students chatted happily.
Envy turned her pea green. Each of them had lives to get back to. She’d attended the grief meetings once a week. They helped, even if she didn’t always speak. She hadn’t seen Snake since the first night, which bothered her more than it should. The tattooed biker had a magnetic quality about him. From the minute she stepped in the room, she’d felt a strong pull in his direction.
He was the furthest thing from Everett and the crew she came up with. She liked that most. Honesty and frankness were qualities she craved. The abandonment, dismissal, and cruelty she’d faced at the hands of her friends changed her perception of the world. He had the look of a man one would call a straight shooter. She preferred his bluntness to nicely decorated lies.
She unlocked her car, slipped behind the wheel, and did her best to keep her emotions from spilling over. Today her baby girl, Emma, would’ve been two had she made it to her birthdate. She forced herself to start the car, and pull away. Last thing I need is anyone asking me what’s wrong. Her phone flashed. She had two missed messages. Mom and Jolene. While she loved both women, she couldn’t talk to them. Their gentle, well-meaning words would make her scream her throat raw. Tears flooded her eyes, and the road wavered. She pulled over on a side street. Her chest ached; her head pounded. She gripped the wheel and coughed as her body shook. She had nowhere to go and no one to call.
The hiccups began, and she knew from experience she had to calm down, or she’d be ill. Choking back her sobs, she glanced up at the ceiling. Ignorance was bliss. She’d been so caught in her misery last year the loneliness hadn’t registered. She wrapped her arms around her waist and rocked back and forth in an attempt to self-sooth. I have to be stronger than this. The image of Snake flashed in her mind. He was her buddy. Everyone needs a support group. She beat back the self-deprecating mental talk and clung to Dr. Nimoy’s teaching. No more relapses. This year I move on. Reaching across the center console, she grabbed her phone. Her hand shook as she pressed Snake’s name. Sucking down air, she tried to calm herself while the phone rang.
“Estelle? You okay?” His gruff voice was the answer to an unspoken prayer.
“S-Snake.” The sound of loud rock and rowdy men nearly drowned out his baritone. A party during the week?
“Hold on, I need to take this outside.”
She sniffed, swiping at her eyes as she concentrated on the lifeline he’d extended the minute he answered her call. I’m not alone anymore.
“You still there?” he asked.
“Y-yes.”
“What’s going on?”