instead of just a ham
and cheese on rye.
Cassie was too afraid to reply, so she changed the subject entirely.
“Speaking of my partners, any guess at where I might find them?”
“Sure,” she said through her bite. “They had this big lunch planned over
at La Margarita with a
Mr.-” she snapped those fingers again before staring down at
a larger size, yellow post it on the desk in front of her. “Mr. Nakamoto
and his daughter Mai Li, that’s right. You know it’s funny, but that
family just can’t get enough Mexican food whenever they travel to the
states. Anyway, where was I?”
“Lunch at La Margarita...” Cassie helped her get the story moving again,
while trying not to show how much she was reeling at the mention of that
particular restaurant.
“Okay, okay. They were on their way out the door when they started
arguing about you.” She pointed to Cassie to emphasize that fact.
“Then, Gunnar said something about this being the biggest client the new
business would ever see, blah, blah, blah, and they left.”
Cassie shoved her nostalgia aside and clenched her teeth, silently cursing
herself for being so gullible. Earlier, when she first laid eyes on the
office, she was so sure that they had taken her seriously. But a name on
the door was just that, something for show that obviously didn’t mean a damn
thing. Gunnar was determined to ignore her authority when it came to this
partnership, and Wes had probably been trying to remind him of that when they
got into an argument. She remembered what Gunnar had said about her
not being able to dictate what he did anymore, and she had to hold back the
urge to take the picture of him standing beside his plane to the left of the
front door and smash it to bits. He needed to learn that she wasn’t going
to let him run her out of her own company. She said her goodbyes and was
surprised that it wasn’t as hard to find her way to the restaurant as Cassie
first thought because she’d been there so many times her own personal GPS knew
exactly how to get there. In fact, as she sat outside in her car she
couldn’t believe that it looked exactly the same as the last time she was
there. Almost eight years had gone by and it was still frozen in time,
just like the memories that refused to leave her alone.
********
“Sorry I’m
late,” Cassie flew in through the doors of La Hacienda, flung her backpack
under the table, and sat down in a rush. Wes and Gunnar were already
there and had already done away with the first order of chips and salsa.
“You guys suck,” she sighed, picking through the last of the broken bits at the
bottom.
“That really hurts, Cass.” Wes pulled the bowl from out from under her lips and
tossed it at Gunnar who help it up in the air. Magically, one of the
waiters they had known for years took the empty one and replaced it with a
brand new one. “Walla,” Gunnar put the bowl back in front of her.
It was always like that with them, Cassie smiled. They were the Three
Musketeers when things were going well, the Three Stooges the rest of time, and
that day they had showed up at her house had changed her life forever. All
three of them were competitive so instead of her school work suffering, they
actually made it a challenge to see who would end up with the highest GPA on
graduation day. Between that and movie nights, and long talks until the sun
came up, Cassie was really happy. “So what’s the big news?” She sat
forward in her seat.
“I got a full ride for college,” Gunnar blurted out. “Now I can really
become a pilot instead of just dreaming about it.” Gunnar bit his bottom lip
when Cassie started jumping up and