Right then, as I was arguing with the secretary, telling her I was sorry and imploring her to let me back in. They could have gotten something wrong. I hope so. Please. Please. Please
As soon as she slapped me and strutted back into the hotel, swearing under her breath, I heard a car pull up. I looked around, the entire right side of my face burning. I looked into the drivers side… Ashley!
“Ashley?” I called. She looked at me, then opened her door and walked towards me.
She looked beautiful, but the was something about her, worn, as if a part of her died. Her hair was longer now, as was mine except my hair was only a little less than shoulder length. Hers trailed down half way down her back. She was more mature looking now, more full bodied, more…sexy. Her clothes were surprising to see. Her jacket was patched, her jeans were ripped at the knees and once at her shin. She changed as much as I did.
“Hey.” I said with a grin.
“Tom, I-”
“Wassup Buuddyy.”
Who the hell?