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It has almost been a year since Kalinda spoke to Lana, and it hasn't been an easy one.
She dated around. There were flings here and there, but nothing really compared to what she shared with Lana. And it was nights like this, when she found herself drinking alone at a bar, that she was reminded of what she gave up by ending whatever it was she had with Lana. She was tempted to call at first. She never really erased her number, after all. But that's the thing, the decision was ultimately hers. She deliberately chose not to contact her. She was about to dial Lana's number, but pressed the cancel button just in time.
There was the masseuse, Sarah, who was interestingly identical, in so many ways, to Lana. It wasn't so much the face, but the shape of it, the way her hair flowed gracefully on her cheek, the way she caressed her hand when they were out drinking or eating, the way her sultry eyes looked at her with lust. She reminded her so much of Lana. To a point that she wasn't sure if she enjoyed her company only because of it. She called her instead.
Two rings and the mysterious masseuse answered. "Hey you."
Kalinda was stunned. For a moment, she thought it was Lana on the other end.
Gathering her emotions, she asked "Hi. Are you busy tonight?"
"Good thing you asked! I was talking to my sister a while ago, and asked if she wanted to hang out. But she's not in the mood. I swear, that woman needs to live a little. But yeah, sure, I'm free."
"Great." Answered Kalinda. "I'll see you in an hour?"
"Sure. Same place?"
"Yeap."
"Okay. See you later." She said with an imaginary wink.
It was tiring sometimes, Kalinda felt. Being interested in other people, that is. Playing the game for information most of the time, and playing for sex for some. Sarah wasn't someone she expects to be serious with. Kalinda knows now that being serious with anyone is almost near to impossible, especially after Lana. And if there was one person she'd be serious with, it would've been her.