Thank God, it was Rachel. My mother told me that it would probably be best if I went out and hung out with my friends. My father said that if the police need to talk to me, he will contact me.
I insisted that Rachel and I go over to the bar where it all happened. The bar’s name is Chino’s. We sat down by the window. I apologize to Rachel and explained what happened to me. At the end of the conversation, she looked around the bar.
“Do you see anyone familiar?”
I shook my head and pointed at the bartender. “That bartender wasn’t the same guy I saw when we came in. There is no one here that is familiar from that night.”
We sat and talked about how Rachel was doing. She smiled her warm smile at me.
“I got the job in the next town. I explained my living situation to my boss. She is very understanding and offers me her phone number. She is an older woman who has been around. I have never felt so happy. I haven’t talk to Max since the incident. Which feels nice.”
I laughed and took a sip of water. I looked up and almost spat my drink. It was “Mr. Klaus”. Rachel must have looked up from her phone and saw my face. She turned to look at where I was staring.