5 Bikers for Valentines

“Uh, it’s been a few weeks. Why?” I asked.

“How the hell did I not know this?” she asked.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me the bar was closed when I told you I thought I worked today?”

“Because we were swamped, and my mother was acting like a drunk maniac.”

“Your mother is a drunk maniac.”

“Yes. We’re now closed Sundays and Mondays. Though I think Booker rents out the place sometimes Sunday nights. Maybe that’s why you thought you were working?” I asked.

“Maybe. I don’t fucking know. All I know is the bar’s closed and I don’t have shit to do. Want to get lunch?” she asked.

“What time is it?”

“Two.”

“In the afternoon?” I asked.

“It’s light outside, so I’m assuming so.”

“I can hear that fucking smirk,” I said.

“I love you when you haven’t had coffee. I’ll come over with some. Then you can ride with me.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I rolled myself out of bed and dragged my body into the shower. I still smelled like stale cigarettes and expired whiskey. For the first time in two years, I had money to spare for a lunch with Lindy, and I was ready to talk shop with her. We could start going through listings of places we could buy to start the clothing store. We had one hundred and thirty thousand dollars to work with for expenses. If we played our cards right, we could put a down payment on a place, get a loan for the rest, then purchase our first three rounds of clothes out of our pockets.

I was ready to make it happen.

“Coffee,” Lindy said.

“Holy shit! How the fuck did you get in here?” I said, startled.

I wrapped my towel around my body as my mother’s snores trickled into the room.

“She didn’t even go anywhere last night. Did she?” Lindy asked.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said.

“Everyone knows where your mother keeps her spare key.”

“Wonderful,” I said. “I can’t even get privacy here.”

“All the more reason to talk about the buildings I’ve found for us to buy.”

“Wait, you what?” I asked.

“The alert on the bank account came through yesterday, and I was too excited to go to sleep. I’ve already been looking up some places. Most of them are scattered on the outskirts of town, but a couple of them are in town. I can’t wait for you to see them.”

“They’re all online, right? Because I’m starving,” I said.

“Of course. Girl, I got you. Come on. Get dressed so we can go get food.”

I pulled on some jeans and threw on a tank top before I grabbed my leather jacket. Though it was January, southern California never got too cold. My leather would keep me warm. I took my coffee from Lindy's hand and started to chug as we walked out to her car. I thought about locking the door, pausing as Lindy's comment dawned on me. If everyone knew where the spare key was to our house because of my mother's hookups and drunken tirades, it made no sense to lock the house anyway.

So, I left it unlocked, and we headed to lunch.