Let's get on with it

"Michael, company."

Jeriel loaded the last tarp-wrapped piece of equipment into the back of a canvas-top van, sliding his gaze sideways as he shoved it in. His eyes shone with a quiet surprise, fingers falling into a greeting as he walked toward her.

"Hey..." A warm smile crossed the tan complexion, his hair concealing it from all but her. "We're leaving for a different club tonight," he chatted nonchalantly. His tone shifted finally, and he hesitated before adding, "..I didn't expect to see you again."

"Yeah, well.." Linao stared at him, her own eyes lost for any glimmer and her voice strained to keep out the bitterness. "..things happen."

The silence was awkward. She lowered her gaze, staring daggers into his shoes instead. "Look," she sighed, as if it took all her will to force the words out. "...You were right."

"About-- ...oh," Jeriel blinked softly. So soon, he thought, watching her with a subtle compassion. "Linao.. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she replied almost before he'd finished his apology. "You warned me, right? I should have listened."

Another moment, and her arms folded in front of her. "So where do I go from here?"