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I knock on the front door of Malt until she appears, a look of annoyance on her perfect features.
"What are you doing here?" That's her greeting when she sees me through the closed door, peering at me over the closed sign.
"I heard there's a good performance here tonight?"
She scowls and points to the painted opening hours on the glass. "Club opens at nine. Come back then. "
I glance at my watch although I know perfectly well what time it is. "It's 8:39 now."
She blinks and just points again to a sign on the door. "You can spend the next twenty minutes learning how to follow simple instructions."
I can't help but grin. This is a little more like the Clarissa I know. "Save me a table?"
"Can't. All reserved. So sorry and all that."
I adopt a pleading look, clasping my hands together. "Please? We're old friends. You were engaged to my brother, remember?"
She definitely doesn't like that. Even through the door, I see her eyes flash red before she walks away.
I laugh out loud as I tap on the glass door. "Rissie. Rissie. Rissie. Open the door. Rissie. Rissie."
I'm too busy knocking and singing her name to notice someone approaching the door and pull it open. I lurch forward as I reach forward to knock again, and end up rapping my fist on the forehead of a short woman wearing the cigar girl uniform.
"Oh. Shit. Sorry. I didn't see you." A weak excuse but it's true.
She blinks, stunned that I'd basically just used my knuckles against her forehead like a door knocker.
"Um. Is Clarissa here?" I ask.
She blinks again, and then just points inside the club. "She said you could sit at the bar. All the tables are booked up."
"I'm really sorry again. I was just trying to get Clarissa to come out. Is your forehead okay?"
She frowns and rubs it.
"Matthias. Leave her alone. She has a boyfriend." Clarissa stands in the entrance into the main room, matching the woman's glare. She's dressed in the same white silk shirt and skirt I'd seen her wear last night. That was a first. Seeing her wearing the same clothes.
"I'm not doing anything. I was just making sure she's okay!" I reply defensively.
"Why? What did you do?" She looks at the cigar girl. "Amelia?"
Amelia has no problem choosing her loyalties. "He knocked on my forehead."
Clarissa looks at me and then back to her employee.
I try to find a way to explain myself, but there is nothing.
"Why?" she asks, exasperated.
I shrug and wink at Amelia. "Why not?"
I'm not easily embarrassed, but I have to say, I've never knocked on someone's forehead before.
"What are you doing here?" Clarissa demands, joining me at the bar.
"I'm taking you to the hospital, remember? Wow, you're forgetting already, better tell the ER doc about that."
"Matthias!"
