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A Slap in the Face

Lisa

"No, no need to apologize. It was my fault. You were in the right." Lisa moved into the living area.

Marc turned to face her, his eyebrow lifting.

The tight black leather jacket that rested over his white t-shirt caught her attention first. Surely he didn't. He extended a large red bag toward her.

"I got you something." He didn't seem at all like himself. It looked as if life had pulled the plug on his joy and forced him to watch it die.

"I don't need anything. I have everything I want back home." She shrugged and moved past him to sit down at the table. "Ms. Martin, do you need help with lunch?"

"Hmmm? Oh no. Just take a load off. We'll eat in about twenty minutes. What time is your flight?"

"It's at five today." Lisa shrugged, not sure what time the flight was. Trisha had yet to get back to her, but she would spend the night at the airport if it meant running hard and fast from her feelings.

"Five? I thought you were staying until tomorrow." Marc moved into her line of sight, s
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