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The Professor And The Admirer

... that she'll make it up to me somehow. That I have to go, no matter what. That she'll be insulted if I didn't. How can I fight with a sick person? That is impossible. Especially Zoey, she knows how to use her pouting skills well. When I wake up the next day, Zoey is still in fact no better than she was the day before. She urges me to go, to have fun for the both of us. Shannon tells me she has everything handled, that I have nothing to worry about. After packing a bag for the weekend and making sure I have everything, tickets included, I load up my car, bid my farewell to the ladies and I'm off. Making a quick stop at the gas station, I fill up, buying a cup of coffee for my journey. It's a beautiful spring day, the skies are clear and the birds are chirping. It has been a long winter, but the snow has finally melted and people are able to enjoy the sun. Back in the car, I turn my volume up as far as it can go, blasting tunes from the late nineties. I'm going to enjoy this weekend, even if I can't do so with my best friend. The drive is about two hours, but turns into three, due to a traffic jam, but with the weather as nice as it is, I don't mind. Once I get to the hotel, I check in and order up some lunch. I'm not sure what Zoey had planned if she had been here, but now I'm clueless as to what I'm going to do. After lunch, I pull out my laptop, thankfully having packed it, and search online what is nearby to do. I notice they have a club that I might check out tomorrow ...

... evening, the theater is close by too, but they're not showing anything I want to go see. Starting to get frustrated, I almost give up, but notice they have a little spa a few blocks away. I close my laptop and head to it, hoping they take walk-ins. “Good afternoon and welcome to Oasis Spa. I'm Jennifer, how can I help you today?” The chipper blonde, whose clothes are so tight, I'm not sure how she can even breathe asks me. “Hi, I'm Paisley, I'm just looking for a mani-pedi, if that is possible?” “Oh what a treat, sure yes, we can do that for you. I know just the girl who can help you.” She moves behind the counter to ask me my information, before she rings someone. “Here she is. This is Liliana.” “It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Paisley,” I offer her my hand, as she shakes it, smiling at me. “Likewise darling,” her southern accent thick, but pleasant. Liliana leads me to the back, where she has me soak my feet. I relax in the chair that vibrates mildly, almost lulling me into a light sleep. How addicting this chair could be if I owned one. Liliana is quiet at first, working on taking care of me. “So, darling, are you local, have you ever been here before? I'm new here. I just moved here from Texas. This is my first week on the job, though I was doing the same thing back home.” “You do seem to be an expert. No, I'm not local, I'm here for a book reading by one of my favorite authors. That's tomorrow, though. I thought I'd treat myself with this today. My best friend was supposed ...