and wouldn’t be home soon, or was going
to be away from the apartment avoiding me all day. I found a note pad in her
kitchen with a pen attached to it and decided to leave her a little note. Good
job turning my own trick around on me! I waited a bit but decided that you
probably made yourself scarce for good reason. I’ll be in touch, unless you
tell me not to be. I signed it the way I signed all my autographs—it’d
become ingrained habit—and left it where she’d see it as soon as she walked
into the house.
I texted Mark and told him that I needed a ride, and started
walking up the street. The kind of neighborhood where Olivia lived was exactly
the kind to have a bunch of tiny, mom-and-pop restaurants and cafes nearby. I
needed coffee yesterday; with any luck I’d find a Cuban-run place and stuff
myself with some papas rellenas and a couple of shots of café Cubano while I
waited for Mark to get dressed and come get me.
A few blocks down from Olivia’s place I found exactly what I
wanted: a tiny, run-down building with a whitewashed stucco exterior (stained
along the sprinkler line), with a flickering neon sign saying it was open. I
didn’t even pay attention to the name written in Spanish; I just walked in. The
smell of slow-roasting pork and onions and garlic hit me hard enough to make my
stomach almost cramp with hunger. The woman behind the counter understood at
least enough English to take an order—thank God, since there were parts of Dade
county where that wasn’t the case—and in a few minutes I had a big plate of
greasy, fried things, and a few plastic shot glasses of syrupy, foamy, dark Cubano
coffee in front of me on a rickety plastic table. I sent Mark a location ping
and he said he’d be there in fifteen minutes; just enough time for me to scarf
it all down. I’ll buy him some of those croquetas and a café con leche to
thank him. He’ll never have to know I pigged out before he got here.
****
By the time I made it to rehearsal that afternoon, I
realized that I wasn’t going to stop thinking about Olivia any time soon. If
she wanted to guarantee that I couldn’t just treat it like a one-night stand,
she definitely picked the right strategy, I thought as I started plugging
in and checking the levels on everything.
“You’re quiet, Nicky,” Alex said, exhaling a gust of
cigarette smoke from the couch.
“He went with a girl who had already decided not to have sex
with him,” Dan pointed out. “I think our Nicholas is coming down with
something.”
“Yeah but he stayed the night, and from what he told me…”
Mark smirked from the drum kit, where he was adjusting one of the hi-hats.
“Maybe Nick’s actually falling for someone,” Jules
suggested, strumming a quick check of his guitar’s tune.
“I’m just tired, guys,” I said, rolling my eyes. “She had me
up all night.”
“I didn’t think she was the type,” Mark said. “Seems like a
one-and-done kind of girl.”
“Nah,” I said, grinning to myself. “I’m not even sure
there’s an end to her. Once you get her started, I mean.”
“Nicky is falling for her,” Alex said, sitting up and
staring at me. “You’re totally into her.”
“She’s fun,” I told him, shrugging again. “She’s smart. And
fuck, man…” I shook my head, remembering the way that Olivia had felt, wrapped
around me, the way she’d sounded, moaning out, the way her breath caught and
she trembled when she got close to climax. “If she hadn’t skipped out before I
woke up, I might not even be here. I’d be too busy making her scream my name.”
“ She skipped out on you ?” Dan made a face, his
eyes wide with amazement. “No wonder she’s got him on the hook.”
“Yeah, yeah. She’s an enigma or whatever. Are we going to
rehearse or not?” Alex jumped to his feet and strode towards the mic stand, and
for a little while the subject of Olivia and my feelings about her was
forgotten. We played through the new album from