Chapter 4
His flight was six hours long, but he would later swear it was twelve. The bright Florida sun shone down on his back, it was a hot day. He flagged down a cab and climbed in. "Where to sir?" the drive asked. "The nearest hotel," Rey sighed. "Which one?" the guy asked. "I don't care," he snapped, "The closest one, I could careless." The driver muttered asshole under breath, but Rey didn't say anything. He leaned his head against the back of the seat and closed his eyes. He was exhausted.
He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes again, the cab had stopped in front of the hotel. "Hey, you're Rey Mysterio huh?" the driver asked suddenly. "Yeah," Rey answered, "How much do I owe you?" But the man shook his head, "No charge, just an autograph." He handed over a small slip of paper. Rey signed it, leaving a short message.
Rey didn't even bother to unpack his things; he just collapsed on the bed, asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
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The sound of ringing was his wake up call; he looked around the room, momentarily forgetting where he was. He reached over to the bedside table and fumbled with the receiver. "He-Hello?" he muttered. "Hey, you said you'd call." It was Angie. "Yeah, sorry. I fell asleep," he said through a yawn. "Well I was just calling to see if you had made it, and tell your friend thanks for giving me your room number," she said. Rey sat up, "What? What do you mean, my friend?" he was confused. "Well, I just got a call from someone in Florida, she told me your room number and where you're staying. So please tell her thanks for me." Rey jumped out of the bed, "Did you get her name?"
"No," she said, her voice showing her confusion. " Okay, uh.never mind. But thanks for calling." He hung up and began to pace. He wanted to know, who had called Angie. Could it have been Jessica? But how would she have known he was in Orlando, already? He only knew one thing, he wasn't tired anymore.
His flight was six hours long, but he would later swear it was twelve. The bright Florida sun shone down on his back, it was a hot day. He flagged down a cab and climbed in. "Where to sir?" the drive asked. "The nearest hotel," Rey sighed. "Which one?" the guy asked. "I don't care," he snapped, "The closest one, I could careless." The driver muttered asshole under breath, but Rey didn't say anything. He leaned his head against the back of the seat and closed his eyes. He was exhausted.
He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes again, the cab had stopped in front of the hotel. "Hey, you're Rey Mysterio huh?" the driver asked suddenly. "Yeah," Rey answered, "How much do I owe you?" But the man shook his head, "No charge, just an autograph." He handed over a small slip of paper. Rey signed it, leaving a short message.
Rey didn't even bother to unpack his things; he just collapsed on the bed, asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
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The sound of ringing was his wake up call; he looked around the room, momentarily forgetting where he was. He reached over to the bedside table and fumbled with the receiver. "He-Hello?" he muttered. "Hey, you said you'd call." It was Angie. "Yeah, sorry. I fell asleep," he said through a yawn. "Well I was just calling to see if you had made it, and tell your friend thanks for giving me your room number," she said. Rey sat up, "What? What do you mean, my friend?" he was confused. "Well, I just got a call from someone in Florida, she told me your room number and where you're staying. So please tell her thanks for me." Rey jumped out of the bed, "Did you get her name?"
"No," she said, her voice showing her confusion. " Okay, uh.never mind. But thanks for calling." He hung up and began to pace. He wanted to know, who had called Angie. Could it have been Jessica? But how would she have known he was in Orlando, already? He only knew one thing, he wasn't tired anymore.