Lusted After You

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service.

Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn't happen again like last time.

“Hey, Leanne, you here already?” she answered on the second ring.

“Now quickly tell me where to go?”

“Grab a cab. I’ll text you the address,” From the tone in which she spoke, I could tell that she was in a hurry for some reason.

“Pray to your God that I always remember that you are my best friend,” I said simply.

“I'll text you, Leanne.” That was the last word before she unilaterally ended the call. Truly a person who understood gratitude.

Actually, Kim was not really the type of person who is very annoying. She just got sloppy sometimes. However, even though I get a bit annoyed with her sometimes, I still liked her. She was kind and caring, and sometimes acted like she's my sister. A rich big sister.

But still, I knew whatever Kim was working on had to be important. And her successes always benefited me in one way or another. She was a hotshot reporter, the diamond of her company, and currently chasing a story that she claimed would solidify her reputation (at least in the journalism world).

A text popped up:

From: Kim

Hyatt Regency St. Louis at The Arch. 315 Chestnut St, St. Louis..

I showed the address to the cab driver. He gave me a quick nod before starting the car. I silently wondered what kind of news would make Kim want to be sent all the way to this city.

From behind, I heard the sound of police sirens which made my ears a little disturbed. I suddenly looked for the source of the sound and found two police cars chasing a black car.

“Wow,” I muttered. “What’s going on?”

“That’s normal here,” the driver replied casually, clearly overhearing me.

I looked into the rearview mirror on top of the dashboard, and revealed the face of the driver who seemed to think that I was someone who didn't know the customs of this place. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong.

I arrived at the hotel Kim had mentioned. “Nice choice,” I muttered to myself. This was one of the fanciest hotels I’d ever set foot in. The view was stunning, and the Gateway Arch was practically right next door.

Kim sent me her room number,  and I strolled through the lobby, taking in the surroundings as if no one was waiting for my arrival.

I pressed the elevator, the doors opened and I was presented with the sight of a couple making out. They were so into it they didn’t even notice me. Or maybe they didn’t care. I didn't know if it was just me or if the elevator I was riding felt like it's taking forever to move. They were still doing their thing, making me deliberately clear my throat rather loudly.