Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were. REALLY WISH that they were though!
Club CS
"I really shouldn't be doing this anymore," I said as I opened up the laptop. We had just finished laying down tracks for a new song when my phone dinged. I checked it and noticed that I had received another request for my services. I quickly begged off the plans with the other guys by claiming I was exhausted. They were a little concerned, but I reassured them I was fine...just tired. I gathered my things and headed back to the apartment. As soon as I entered 2J, I ran to my room to check the full request for my services and just what they wanted. Signing in, I debated on whether or not I should accept.
"Hmmmm!" I scrolled through the details and noted that it was pretty straight forward. The chance of being discovered was very low so I decided to accept it. I composed a quick note telling the client that the request is accepted. I gave them the number to the disposable cellphone that I had purchased and headed out. I had about an hour before the meeting, but it would take at least thirty minutes to get to the location by foot.
I double checked the address that I had wrote down before entering. Did I write down the wrong address? I wondered. I was standing in front of a sporting goods store. Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Is this EarthTwin?" the gruff voice asked.
"Yeah, it is. But, I think I may be in the wrong location. I'm..." I started to say but was interrupted by the person on the line.
"Are you in front of a sporting goods store?" The voice didn't even let me answer before continuing, "If you are, go straight through to the back of the store. That is where the restrooms are located. Enter the men's room and go all the way to the last stall. I'll give you ten minutes."
I quickly entered and made my way to the restrooms. They were pretty easy to find. I noticed, however, that they didn't appear to be used that often. The entrance to the hallway which led to them was partially obscured by a display of golf club bags. Opening the door, I took a deep breath. A familiar scent of lemon was in the air. I looked around and noticed that the restroom was very clean. "I guess that's one of the benefits of rarely being used," I whispered. It was the perfect set up—the wash area and the toilet area were separate and the door squeaked when it was opened. I walked to the last stall, entered and secured the door. Now, I just had to wait...