Lila rose from a night of dreams. She grabbed the paper and wrote. The dreams from the night before still fresh in her mind. Instead of the one from before she arrived in Miami, this time she was home and the golden man was with her. She heard the name Paul but did not think that was his name. Then she remembered the beach house going up in flames. Then she watched the tide wash away the pieces of the house.
In the shower, Lila tried to make sense of the dream. Was something ending, and she was there to record the demise? But what did all of this have to do with the golden man?
Lila walked into the hotel cafe, grateful to see Aisha, her favorite waitress. Aisha came over. “Your usual?”, she asked. “No, how about some French toast and juice this morning,” Lila said. Aisha looked at Lila. “Are you okay this morning?” “Aisha, I am a little out of sorts.” “Did something happen?” “Not really, just had a strange dream.” Aisha shook her head and walked away.
Lila got up and got the morning paper from the rack by the door. She skimmed the pages as she waited for her breakfast. Aisha place the food and stood waiting for Lila to look up. “If you need to talk, I can take my break,” Aisha said. “Thanks, I might take you up on that later.” Aisha left her to eat.
As Lila ate, the golden man’s friend came and sat at her table. “Did I say it was okay to sit with me?” Lila asked. “No, I do not recall asking.” “Well, then you can leave.” At that, she continued to eat and ignore the man. Aisha walked over. “Sir, are you ready to order?” She asked. “He is not staying,” Lila said to Aisha.
Aisha looked from Lila to Paul and back to Lila. “Is there a problem?” Aisha asked. “No, no problem, this man decided he would sit here when there are plenty of empty tables, and I would appreciate him leaving.” “Sir, I can serve you at another table,” Aisha said to Paul.
“No, I don’t need anything other than a few answers from this woman,” Paul said to Aisha. Aisha continued to stand by the table next to Lila. Tired of the man at her table, Lila said, “Ask your questions so you can leave.” “Wow, you are rude,” Paul said.
“Me, rude? Really, you sat at my table, disturb my breakfast, and I am rude. Where did you learn manners? Do not answer. It is clear you do not have manners.” At that Aisha laughed and walked away.
“What is your name?” Paul asked. “Lila Richards.” What connection do you have with my friend Jacob?” “I do not know you or your friend. I have answered your questions, leave.” Paul continued to sit at her table. Lila got up and left the cafe.
It is time to visit the beach house; the man named Jacob and find out what this is all about.
© 2019 Ivy Jade