Orion quickly grabbed his car keys and stepped out, heading towards the rusty nail bar, when he got there, he noticed how empty the place looked.
He saw someone sitting, slurring her words. Calista. He walked towards her and was about to touch her when a big man came out, "Who the hell are you?" His gruff voice asked and Orion immediately knew that was the man he spoke to on the phone.
"I'm Orion, you called me for her." He explained, pointing towards Calista.
"Party pooper." She muttered, drunk beyond measure.
The gruff man nodded, "She came here as early as 4:30, I was about to close up, but she begged me to see her a few shots, and now she decided not to go."
Orion nodded, feeling lost as he glanced at his wife. Rubbing her head and putting her hair out of her face, "She's grieving, it's understandable." He replied, not looking up.
The man had a look of sympathy on, "That's okay, but you both need to leave. Now."
