The meeting
EVA
The apartment was as Myra had described it to me. The kitchen and the living room area spread out in a single space, framed by large windows with a view of the apartment buildings opposite. A sliding door separated her office and to the left of the main entrance, a long hallway led to the two bedrooms and the bathroom. This would be my home for the next six months.
I was standing in front of the mirror when my friend's heels hit the wooden floor. "Are you ready;" asked me, poking her head through the half-open door. I nodded, put on my coat, and followed her.
A little later we were moving on the most popular street of the city. Illuminated signs, signs of nightclubs, restaurants, crowds, and loud music, became one with the noise of cars. "It's next to the sign that says Intensity" said Myra stretching out her hand, while with the other she started typing on her cell phone. I was trying to look just as impatient as her was, I tied the coat tightly around my waist pulled on the hood hiding the short frame under the woolen cloth. I kept walking beside her.
The city was near the border of Mexico. In this aera I had lived until I came of age, but I was forced to leave it to escape Christopher's mistakes. Myra Holmes was like a sister to me, and she knew that. If I hadn't gotten a scholarship to economics school I'd still be living in New York.
"Hi baby! Who's working on the rope today?' Myra said into the phone. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She got an answer that made her exclaim a long 'O' and slap me playfully on the shoulder. "Has Damon come?" she added in a more serious tone. She talked a little more and when hung up the phone, we turned right.
The street was packed. A massive sea of people unfurled in front of us stomping and pushing each other along the narrow street. I stood up on my tiptoes to see where the crowd ended. I could make out a lot of heads, a sign that said 'Climax' and right next to it, the word "full" in red letters. When I was back on my feet Myra pulled me aside and we moved parallel to the buildings.
It seemed impossible but after only a few minutes we found ourselves in the front rows.
"Come here, Myra!" I heard a low voice calling her.
Looking straight ahead, I saw a bulky guy in black clothes and tattoos that reached to his knuckles, standing at the club's entrance demanding to the people make an imaginary corridor for us to pass through. Pandemonium prevailed. Some of them started protesting and cursing, some others pushing and fighting. "If you keep going like this, you know what's going to happen" bulky guy yelled pointing to the handle of the gun that had tucked into his pants.