After she booked the flight to Paris, which would leave from LAX in four hours, Serena rushed to get ready. She rummaged through drawers, grabbing random shirts, dresses, pants, hardly aware of what she was doing.
She still felt furious about her father's attitude three months ago. He acted like Lola was more important than her even though he had just found out he was Lola's father. But now, with his death, her fury was slipping away and she was beginning to feel ashamed of not only her approach to her father, but also the last three months she spent acting wild with no responsibilities.
At that moment, a tall muscled guy with a sort of punk-rock look entered the room.
"Where you goin' gorgeous?" he asked.
Serena shook her head, not wanting to talk. She cleared the drugs from her bedside table and gave them to him.
"I won't be needing these anymore," she said.
"What's going on babe?"
"Look, I don't want to have to explain. This has been fun and all but it's about time for me to return to reality," said Serena.
He walked straight up to her and pushed her against the wall, kissing her feverishly. She didn't kiss back.
"Wow, I guess you are leaving me behind. I'm not surprised, just thought it wouldn't come so soon."
"I'm sorry," Serena mumbled.
"Whatever," he said, and left the apartment.