The Missing Link by Erica Pensini - HTML preview

Chapter 9

I have no clue about what time it is. When I check my watch I figure it’s 3.30 already and it doesn’t make much sense to go back home at this point.

I’m hungry and I realize I haven’t even had lunch today.

I dig the streets to find an eatery that can inspire me, and after some search I step in an easygoing place that sells ice cream and coffee. I get myself a cone, which I devour in no time at a table outside, before going back in to order a coffee that I lap up just as quickly as the ice cream.

“Hungry?”, the waitress laughs, winking

“Not any more”, I smile

Life looks better with a full stomach, and I stroll around for a while to use up the extra time, till it’s about time to head back to the DNA clinic.

I get there few minutes early. Lee is still at the front desk, his eyes avidly taking in the words from a book hidden behind the counter.

“Hey, what are you reading?”, I ask, intrigued

“Beckett”, he says, lifting a photocopy of the play

“I love ‘Waiting for Godot’!”, I exclaim

“I’m Godot”, he smiles

“You mean…”, I start

“I am an actor, but I work here a couple of days a week to round up my stipend”, Lee says

The guy is interesting, no doubt.

“When is the play?”, I ask

“In two weeks”, Lee says

“I’ll come watch you”, I tell him

He smiles, then looks at his watch

“I think we can go now”, he says, getting up. As he does so I realize he is even taller than I thought, a sort of human willow with a flexible body and slick dark hair.

“Awesome, let’s go”, I say