1001 Insomniac Nights

Cassie smirked. “Right is right. Anyway,” she waved at Holly with her hand, “your girlfriend here was just telling me about your disappearing roommate.”

I sighed. “So?” I asked, ignoring the “girlfriend” bit.

“So…” she said. Then she stopped smiling and her eyes narrowed at me in a glare. “Will you believe me this time?”

I turned back to the Wal-Mart and then, something tickling the back of my mind, I looked again at the Pizza Hut. At the far corner, I thought I saw two shapes huddled behind a nearby car. “Hold on,” I told Holly, walking slowly towards them. It couldn’t possibly be… Could it? After about ten feet, I was able to make out a few details of the two people.

The phone rang at three in the morning.

No, that didn’t strike me as abnormal; not at first anyway. Anyone who knows me knows I’m never asleep by three.

“Counter-Girl, is it?” she said with a laugh. “Who cleans messes with a single swipe! Who can lift two pint glasses one handed!” She chuckled again, then gave Brent a mysterious smile. “Well, you can call me CG then.”

I shrugged. “Just to everyone at Café Yoko’s,” I said with a straight face. “Anyway, you’re right; I should have introduced you two. Drama-boy, meet Counter-Girl.”

“No, not really,” I said, half-attentively. We were in the middle of a shopping trip for light bulbs and he was babbling about underwear. I tried not to contemplate the surrealism of the situation.