Hello?

"Hello?" He picks up his or her pink flips.

"Christy, sorry to bother you." A girly voice comes from the other line.

"Who is this?" she asked still confused with the matter.

"It's Mary, Hun. Your workmate at the bar. I cannot talk long, bu my mother just passed away this morning. I had to be there, tonight. John said I could take a leave if someone could cover me. Jenny or Sherly cannot cover me this evening. Could you cover me? It's means a lot, please. "

"Oh, okay. I guess I'm free tonight. I will cover you tonight, Mary. Condolence for your mother by the way" she really feel sorry for her lost.

"Thanks, Christy. I Call you again later tomorrow." She sounds grateful.

So her name is Christy, she work at the local bar 'John's Cage'. Her heads spinning again, the he recalled what happened yesterday.

"I damned you, young fella! You should know how hard is to became a girl!" a woman with blurry face scold him that night. He was drunk and offended the waitress there at the bar. The woman just help the waitress and given some mumbled words that he cannot understand. It happen to be a mantra for cursing people that she does not liked with.

She sigh, after the spinning all over. it still early to go to the bar. She reach the purse on the dressing table, opens it and found her ID and some cash left out from last night girls out. She wonder what about his old job, his family and others.

"I think I go to the café and cool down for a minute." She talk to herself and put her purse to the small shoulder bag she hang near the door and pick the wedge sandals before going out from her apartment.

The café lies in front of his old firm. She pick the table outside the café so she can watch everybody that goes in and out the firm. After a while, she finally enter the firm and asked is there any person called Christian Hardy work there with the receptionist.

"Sorry, miss. there nobody called by that name. Maybe you want to see the other lawyer? whatever your problem is, I believe our firm can solve it." Answer the receptionist.

"Thank you. I will come again later." She replied.

She comes back to the apartment later on skipping her lunch because she had not appetite for it. She turn on the TV, hoping to find some news about old himself. After awhile she gave up and threw herself on to the bed goes to another slumbering of her bedsheets on the rest of afternoon.

The alarm woke her, she set the alarm so she can go to work this evening to cover her workmate, Mary, as she promised this morning