Undeniable Love

Chapter 3

Wyatt

Have you ever had one of those days that after it’s over, you know your life has changed forever? You may not know how, but you just know it’s different. Halloween night, one year ago, was that day for me. When I woke up the next morning, I had no memory of what happened at the party the previous night. I knew I shouldn't have had that much to drink, but it was Halloween. Plus, I was a slightly depressed since I had recently broken up with my girlfriend April, again, and I was finally having a good time. The way I figure, you're only young once. When I woke up, I had to lay there for a minute to get my bearings and figure out where I was. I’m still at Phil’s, I realized. Phil, my old college roommate, had thrown the party this year. I turned my head and noticed makeup stains on the pillow next to me. So who left the makeup? I asked myself. I rolled out of the bed half naked. ‘Crap! What the hell did I do?’ or maybe I should ask myself ‘Who did I do?’ I got up out of the bed and looked around the room for my clothes and my head spun. Ugh, I'm never drinking that much again, a promise to myself that has been broken several times since making it. It’s so true what they say about Halloween, it’s the one time of year that women dress like sluts and nobody says a word. I for one have always loved it. I'm a dude, what can I say. I was still trying to get dressed, and I had on my jeans and boots, but I couldn’t find the T-shirt I had on under my red leather jacket. That year I had gone as Star-Lord from the Guardians of the Galaxy comic book. Talk about being pumped when the movie came out a year later. My phone buzzed in my back pocket as I was looking around for my shirt.

Stephane: Hi! This is Stephane, from last night. I hope you remember letting me borrow your T-shirt. I just wanted to know how to get it back to you.

Wyatt: Oh…hey! Yeah, maybe we can meet at Café Coco. Do you know where that is? Over by Elliston Place?

Stephane: Yea, they have great food and coffee there.

Wyatt: That's what I've heard. Been wanting to try it.

Stephane: Ok, great, let me wash it and I’ll get it back to you. Friday? 6?

Wyatt: Ok, sure, see you there.

Who the hell is Stephane and how did I get her number in my phone? I thought. Well, that solved the mystery of my missing T-shirt, but I still needed to figure out who Stephane was and I had six days to do it.