At first travelling back and forth wasn't so bad. Beck thought. He missed his family, but it was bearable. Now, after a month, he cringed when hearing the word 'plane'. Rolled his eye every time someone told him to fasten seatbelt. If the plane crashed, the seatbelt wouldn't make a difference. The flight-attendant would then tell him they were meant for turbulence. He still wondered. What if a person was on the bathroom during the turbulence? There would be no seatbelts there. He even came up with a sign: Don't go to the bathroom, or you are doomed!

He would usually fall asleep right after that thinking process.

Beck arrived at noon. He ate a big-mac at the airport, before taking a cab to Holly's house. He didn't want to risk having to eat whatever she had cooked. If it turned out to be good - not lettuce tasting - he always had room for more food. On the car he fixed his tie, and threw a piece of gum in his mouth. Tori wasn't a fan of McDonald's breath.

In half an hour, he drove into the suburbs of his hometown. The sky was cloudy, and there were crows flying around. A typical day in Vancouver, looked similar to a Hitchcock movie. His phone rang, and a crow flew in front of the car. "Hello."

"Hi!" Tori said, on the other side of the line.

"I am currently five minutes away from you." He told her.

"Right, about that." He frowned. "I'm not gonna make it to lunch."

"What? Why?" He asked, frustrated. He wasn't going to spend an afternoon with Holly.

"I made plans with a friend from The Avenue, I'm sorry."

He didn't like the thought of her going back to that place. "What am I supposed to do all day?" He had flown two thousand, eight hundred, and thirty-four kilometers to see his mother-in-law.

"Visit your mother! Take Jasmin out for a stroll... Call Steve. You'll figure something out." He could hear a girl calling her name. "Okay, I have to go now. I love you, bye!"

"Love you too." He said, annoyed.

Tori wore black pants and high heels. Her recently cut hair fell on her shoulders. Her shirt had a low cleavage, which she liked. She wanted to enjoy the big boobs while she still had them. They were the only good thing about breastfeeding.

Ferrari sat on a table for two, and drank white wine. She wore a tight, designer dress. With high heels and black tights. She smiled as her friend walked in. "Lisa! Hi!" Tori smiled, and waved back. She sat down in front of her. "You look amazing!"

"You too, it's nice to see you in clothes that aren't silver." Ferrari chuckled.

"I don't think you can call what I wear clothing." She flipped her hair back. "I have some news to tell you." Tori waited for her to speak. "I'm quitting The Avenue."

"That's great!" A waiter came over, and poured water on her glass. She ordered a lemonade.

"I know." She took a sip off the wine. "I'm using my savings to start a dance studio."

"Wow! Tell me the details!" She was legitimately excited for her friend. Not a lot of girls made it out okay. They usually got fired, or pregnant. Tori thought about the reason why she left, a mixture of both. At least she had found a man who loved her.

"The store is in commercial drive, I bought two weeks a go. It's near a bus-stop, and a parking lot. It's not huge, but it's big enough." She showed Tori a picture on her phone. "It used be a clothing store, so it'll need some changes."

"It's really nice." She said. "What kind of dancing will you teach?"

"Pole, of course." She smiled, flipping her hair back again. "That's what I'm best at. Not as good as you, though."

"Thanks." Tori shrugged. "You're going to be a great instructor."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She took another sip. "What if you helped me start off the business? We could be partners! Half for you, half for me."

"Oh, that's..." Ferrari didn't stop talking.

"You can teach too. Pole dancing is the new thing! Every teenager, housewife, and business woman, are doing it. It's cardio and muscle workout."

Tori didn't want to refuse her offer, but she had to. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm living in Chicago now." The smile of Ferrari's face disappeared, but there was still hope in her eyes. "Your plans sound amazing, and I would love to be a part of it. But-"

"No, no buts!" She took her friend's hand. "I saw you yesterday, how you looked at us dancing. You miss it."

"I know I do, but I'm living in another country."

"Then move back! You're the best pole dancer I've ever met. This is your chance to do it, with dignity."

Beck flipped the channels, checking the clock on the wall. He had gone to his Parents house earlier, for them to see Jasmin. He watched a hockey game with his father, and drank cheap beer. After a few hours he went back home, to wait for his wife. "What kind of lunch takes entire afternoon?" He mumbled, shifting on the bed. He wished he could fall asleep as fast as his baby.

He heard the front door open.

Tori walked in her Mother's house, and found her at the same place she had left her that morning. In front of the television, with Jasmin on her arms. She walked over to her, and greeted her Mom. Kissed her daughter on the forehead, and looked up. Beck smiled, standing on the hallway.

"Hey." She said, going his way. He kissed her. "How was your day?"

"Boring." He shrugged. "Yours."

"Interesting." She said. "We need to talk." She crossed her arms, leaning against the bed frame. "I don't think I'm going back to Chicago."

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