Chapter 22 Ryou
The coffee shop owner convinced a plow truck driver to take them back to the hotel. Even with the snow blowing furiously, it was a ten minute trip. And, along the way, they passed a Starbucks. It was a block from the hotel, but in the opposite direction from the way they'd walked.
"Oh you are fucking kidding me!" Bakura snarled.
But Ryou laughed. "My poor Bakura," he told the driver. "I doubt I shall ever tire of telling this tale."
"Huh?" The man replied.
"We were looking for a Starbucks when we left."
"Oh. Yeah, but Shelly's coffee's way better. Cheaper too."
"Shelly? Do you mean Chandra?"
The driver laughed, "yeah, but we just call her Shelly. Easier. This one or that one?"
Ryou looked out the window, but neither building looked familiar.
"That one," Bakura stopped swearing in Japanese long enough to say.
Author's End Note:
Standard reviews welcome. Even if you don't feel comfortable commenting, I would deeply appreciate a ":-)", ":-l", or ":-(". I feel a bit alone on this one. From the stage, the lights are blinding and you don't know if anyone is watching if the audience is silent. Let me know you're out there, please. Thank You. SJ