Although he drove all night, Dave was no where near falling asleep. The

dark

, being unable to see the details of the terrain, brought his mind to a corner of his past. Memories he had forgotten. One vivid memory was of how he had met a man named Peter.

Dave refrained from watching his past life on

social media

. He had no clue what his ex wife and kids were up to. Or what they looked like. He'd imagine that they looked the same. Just older.

Peter was never a part of Dave's life. A stranger who appeared one weekend and departed the next. Such a man Dave kept tabs on using social media. The man was interesting. He posted artistic shots of his 

lifestyle

. Who knew whether they were genuine or not. But after years of following him, he had forgotten how he had come to learn of Peter in the first place.

It had taken place at the Three Kings Hotel somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. His firm had assigned him a 

business trip

that nobody else was eager to take. Dave wouldn't have accepted either except for the fact that he wished to get away from his wife and kids for a bit.

By this point in his life Dave no longer looked forward to his travels. He had gone to so many different cities and they had all offered the same underlying offerings to him that now going to a new city felt about as exciting as stopping by a new 

McDonalds

off the side of the highway. Different details, same shit.

Westcity

? What a queer name he'd thought to himself. He did no research. Simply arrived at the airport on time. And on the plane he fell asleep. Even though the flight was under two hours.