At one table is a business woman who appears to be either very pissed or frustrated with something she’s working on. Laptop out, papers all over the table and she wouldn’t know it if a bomb went off. Just under 30 I’m guessing. Probably a couple years out of college, maybe a year or two on the job at a law firm or similar where they have laid a ton of shit on her to see how fast and easily she can climb the ladder. A few more tables have a random scattering of men and two other women. Everyone looks out of place but still oddly at home. The life of the business traveler - no idea about the city you are in but the hotel bars all look the same, huh? 7:59 By now I am convinced she chickened out. Can’t blame her if she did. After all, she’s the one about to put on an improv Academy Award performance to a stranger (or two or three or…?) trying to impress her at this place. They all have the same plan, of course. A few drinks, some smooth bullshit and then up to the room. A few hours with. I look over at Carly, who's engrossed in her conversation, her voice with this line of panic in it. The enormity of it is beginning to hit her. But it hasn't hit me. And there's so many things to be afraid of, so many things that have gone wrong and that could go wrong, and the biggest of them is Carly, the most important.But it's done. I can move forward.She hangs up, and I hear the sound of her phone locking. I back away from the ledge. I might not be scared of standing there, but I'm scared to death at the thought of her standing there. Carly sighs, trudging to me wearily, "They're on their way." Her hand finds my shoulder, and we share a tight smile.And I feel the edge of it. The edge of panic, and I grab her hand. "Carls, I know... I know you need time but... please... don't leave me alone. I don't- I can't be alone."She shushes me, drawing me into a hug and pressing her lips to my forehead. I feel like a five-year-old. But it's in a good way. I feel safe. Like, if I'm with her,.
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