“Do I know you?” she said. Her friends now waiting in anticipation for his response.
“Oh. Errrr not exactly no” he replied. “You don’t remember me do you?”
“I’m really sorry but no” Laura replied. She was now feeling slightly unnerved by the whole situation.
“How about some drinks instead?” suggested Hannah rather impatiently.
“Oh. I’m sorry”. He took the rest of the orders before disappearing.
A few moments later, the waiter that had shown them to their table reappeared with a tray of drinks.
“Where’s the other guy gone?” asked Chloe.
“Who Ivan?” he replied.
“I don’t know. The fit one” she said.
“He has had to go home. He not feeling very well. You know bad stomach.”
“You have got to be kidding me” said Chloe. “Come on then. Where do you know him from? You kept that one a secret didn’t you?”
“I have absolutely no idea. He must have mistaken me for someone else” Laura replied. ‘Ivan’ she thought to herself. The name just wasn’t familiar to her. No, he must have got it wrong.
The meal was a success and Chloe, although slightly worse for wear at this point, suggested that they go onto a bar. All of them in agreement, they asked for the bill. Laura reached into her handbag to check her phone. Her mother had not been well recently and she had given her an open invitation to text or call whenever she needed too.
‘Oh no!’ she said.
‘What’s up babe?’ asked Hannah.
‘I’ve left my phone at home. I need it in case my mum calls’.
‘You can text her from my phone if you want’ suggested Hannah. Laura knew the number like the back of her hand she had used it so many times. Having to focus more than usual due to the alcohol taking effect, she text her mum as they left the restaurant.
Finding it highly amusing that they had somehow managed to get the same driver as before, the girls picked up where they left off. Windows down, intoxicated and high on excitement, they headed to their favourite bar.
As they danced like it was going out of fashion, the painful memories that had stolen Laura’s soul for so long now felt like a distant memory. At 1 o’clock however she was ready to go home. She called herself a taxi home before stumbling through the door. She had enjoyed a great night with her friends but was glad to be home. After making herself a slice of toast which she seemed to chew on for at least half an hour, she sat down on the sofa. Within five minutes she was asleep.
Laura had forgotten all about her mother and was unsure whether or not her text had reached her earlier in the evening. However, as she slept, she was blissfully unaware that her phone lay upstairs on her bedside table, vibrating at short intervals.The text message was not from her mother and the wait until sunrise may prove too late to respond to the sender.