That day he just wished BAKA well. And didn't leave a message. It seemed like a good stopping point. The next morning Marc Love finally felt ready to leave. That's when Denver took him into town to a car dealership and the two of them bought him that Hyundai SUV.

Few days later he was back in 

Westcity

. Found an 

Airbnb

. One floor of a multiplex to himself. He'd drive the twenty minutes or so up to Sparrow's cafe. He didn't know why he didn't just stay at an Airbnb near the cafe instead of taking this drive. It's what the girl out west would've wanted. So he went with it.

He saw that barista McKayla who was so intrigued by his drink choise everyday. Even on days she wasn't working she would come into the cafe to see him. well maybe that was going a little too far. She came into the cafe but that didnt mean she was there to see him. That's what other people would say if Love would've told them. But they wouldn't know that he could now feel some of her feelings; know some of her thoughts. There was nobody to tell actually in this town. He knew not a soul around the area.

She was the only one. And he dared not tell her that he had this ability and connection to her. He liked seeing her everyday though. He had a crush on her you could say. But it felt not right. A bit unfair since he could read her mind. Kind of like in that movie where Harrison Ford, or was it Bruce Willis?, could read the mind of the women.

No it wouldn't be fair. Marc Love didn't know what the hell he was doing. He began dancing in his free time. Free time was all he had. So the moves became smoother and smoother. He even thought about recording himself.