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A sensation like rocks grinding together moves through my insides. "I...hadn't thought about that."She's right. If he has the connections to get Drew out the door, surely he can get me back in.
"Yes," Marco says clearly. "I can do that."
"Amazing!" Sally gushes. "Filia! That's great news!"
"Yeah," I reply. it comes out...softly.
Marco blinks at me, but Sally doesn't pick up on my uncertainty. She checks her phone, then looks around the gate we're at. "I have to get back to work. Give me a call when you know you'll be back, Filia. Thanks again. Bye!" She hurries back to the plane.
"We should go, too," I say, moving away from Marco. "Your flight to Colorado is soon."
"I have enough time to drive you to your apartment first. My flight isn't for another five hours."
"I can take an Uber."
"No way. I already booked a car."
"You're just on top of everything, huh?" I ask quietly.
We don’t say much as we head to baggage collection and gather our bags.. We make our way quietly to the car rental counter andMarco picks up a keyfob from the counter, then we make our way outside and approach a gorgeous, bright yellow Mustang. He loads our things in the trunk and we slip inside.
"What's your address?" he asks me.
I tap it into the GPS app on the car's screen. "It's not far from here. I got the place so I'd be near the airport."
"That makes sense."
It did, but does it now?
Our quiet stalemate continues as we pull out onto the freeway.The drive flies by. Not even LA traffic slows us down. Marco parks his car outside the front of my apartment complex. It's a rare duplex, the lower level rented out by the landlord's son. I've never seen the guy–– partly because I'm gone a lot, but also, I think he's the type of kid who lives off his father's income while he tries to become "famous" out here.
This means I have the luxury of a very quiet home. I abuse this by blasting music as I soak in the tub on my rare days off.I'll be able to soak to my heart's content,I think miserably.Or, I can ask Marco to abuse his power and get me my old job.
Hurrying out of the car, I grab my bags. "Okay, well––"
"I'm coming inside."
I blink. "No, you have to catch your plane."
"Filia, really, I have enough time. Show me your apartment, I'm curious."
"It's messy."
He eyes me curiously. By now I know he can read me like a book and he knows something is up. Something has been up since Sally suggested Marco get me my job back. "I don't care," he says.
Backed into a corner, I walk to my front door like I'm marching toward a death squad. It takes me a minute to find my keys since I haven't needed them for a bit. Opening the door, I drop my luggage by the olive green couch. "Not much to see. It's a pretty basic place."
"It's cute." Marco turns side to side, his face lighting up. "You have a map-pattern wallpaper."
He's noticed my living room is covered in not just travel-themed wallpaper, but books, too. "Yeah."
"What's that?" He's looking at a shelf on the far wall. On top of it are things like miniature snow globes, rocks, coffee mugs, crystal animals.
Unable to help myself I wander over. "This is my pride and joy. A collection of travel memorabilia."
"Perfect."
"Hm?" I ask, confused by what he means.
