There was a cup of coffee left on the counter near the napkin dispenser where I saw him looking at me through the reflection. "It.s on the house..." he said grumpily and without looking up from his button pressing. "Thanks, but I am a tea person..." Junya responded candidly, feeling refreshed from had cleaned up a bit. Junya then left out through the entrance. As soon as the door closed behind him, the lights went off and the door was padlocked.
The older lady still
inside must have been his wife, and the man was waiting for me to leave so he
could close up shop.Junya walked past the flashy night goers, watching as heads turned in
disgust at his appearance. He paid them no mind as he staggered himself back
to the front entrance of the club with more prevalent things on his mind; finding
Khevasiah. As he reached the front entrance, the first thing that he noticed was
the yellow Mercedes Benz, it was gone. People were slowly walking out of the
narrow exit. One guy walked out of the club with both arms around two
different women; a Lincoln Town car pulled up as he escorted the women inside.
The bouncer that had told Junya about the coffee shop was at the door
telling people farewell.
By the time Junya reached the door, it seemed as if the
majority of the events patrons had left. The bouncer looked Junya in the eye,
then immediately turned to some business going on inside the club. Junya
thought about going inside the club to look for Khevasiah, then he remembered
something that he told her a while ago; that if they went out somewhere together
and got lost, to stay by the entrance or whatever way they came in until they saw
each other. Junya walked a little ways down opposite the direction of the coffee
shop to tuck into the shadows so no one else would see his clothes, recognizing
him, and end up making a scene. From where Junya was standing, he could see
Khevasiah's yellow SUV parked by itself in the special lot. It was not as cool out,
due to the heat from the clubs open door giving off enough warmth to bear the
outside temperature. Junya waited and waited.
The amount of cars around the club had decreased to only a Cadillac
Escalade that carried the DJ.s equipment. Once Junya saw that truck he knew
that the club was shut down for the night. He still did not know nor see where
Khevasiah was. Junya started to fidget through his pockets for some quarters
and found just enough to make one phone call. In a rush Junya ran across the
street to a nearby payphone. As he slammed the coins in and dialed the number
to Khevasiah.s cellular phone, he remembered that since they were out of state,
her number would be long distance, and all he had was larger bills.
"Why the fuck did I not get change in the coffee shop!" Junya argued to
himself.
Next thing out of nowhere to Junya.s surprise he saw Khevasiah,
nonchalantly walking out the front door of the club near where he was standing
just a few moments ago. He immediately started to yell out to her, but then he
noticed she was not alone. The same man Junya hit over the head with the
champagne bottle was walking slowly with her; him and the other female that
was at the table with them, and Khevasiah.s friend Naika. Khevasiah started to
walk in the direction of the coffee shop, opposite of the direction where her SUV
was parked. A long white Ford Excursion with limousine tints then pulled up
with Pennsylvania license plates.
Junya watched in disbelief as the foursome
started walking over towards the truck. He yelled her name again, only to be
unheard by the blaring music coming from the opened door of the truck.
Junya spit on the curbside and ran across the street waving his sore arms,
ignoring the pain he felt, only to see the white truck.s lights go on and pull off.
The same Spanish bouncer whom Junya spoke with in regards to getting back
into the club to find Khevasiah, looked at him and closed the entrance door to the
club behind him. Junya heard as the door was being locked, then he felt a drop.
It started to rain.