Athena looked around the crowded room filled with the rich and snobby. They were just the kind of people that she hated, fake smiles, fake boobs, fake teeth, fake tans, and real money. That was exactly why she had invited each one. She gave her own fake smile to the elderly man with the orange tan that had just agreed to a large donation and quickly made her escape. Athena hated lying, but what else was she supposed to do? Trying to make it as truthful as possible she said she had something she needed to check on. He doesn’t need to know that the “something” is my aching toes.
She quickly passed through the side door, and found her way to the little room she had found earlier while setting up. There was enough light coming into the storage room that she didn’t bother turning on the light. No reason to let anyone know that the room is occupied. She eased down onto a wooden crate and sighed. Easing one of her ridiculously uncomfortable high heels off, she rubbed her aching toes.
Suddenly she heard a soft “bing” and she tried to figure out what it was. When she notices a soft glow coming from back in the corner of the room, behind some stacked chairs, she stood and limped over that way. Fully prepared to scream bloody murder if she had to, she unconsciously held her shoe with the sharp stiletto heal, like a weapon. As she peaked around the chairs she could just make out the glow of a cell phone between some fingers.
“Who’s there?” she asked in a stage whisper.
“You can put down that shoe, I’m not dangerous, just hiding,” came a manly voice.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Athena insisted.
“Why didn’t you turn on the light?”
“Oh, right,” she muttered. “Sorry, I’ll leave.”
“I take it you are hiding too,” he asked as she turned to leave.
“Well just for a minute. My feet are killing me and my head is starting to hurt,” she admitted.
Suddenly the phone came up and she could just make out the face of the person sitting in the corner.
“Landon?” Athena asked in surprise.
“Yep, that’s me. Aren’t you the hostess?”
Athena sighed again, “Yes.”
They both were silent for a minute.
“You don’t have to leave, I can go. I won’t tell a soul I saw you,” offered Landon.
“No! You were here first, I am sorry I intruded,” she stammered.
“Hey, I already wrote a check, you don’t have to worry about offending me.”
“Oh, that isn’t it,” she lied again.
He just looked up at her. Even though there wasn’t a lot of light in the room, she could tell he was calling her bluff.
“Look, I had my few minutes of escape,” he said checking the clock on his phone. “In fact in a few more, I can leave without stepping on any toes.”
“As long as they aren’t my literal toes, feel free to leave the building, after all, you already wrote the check,” she quipped.