“Sure,” I mutter, knowing damn well I won’t be here.
The cool Utah summer air feels good, replacing the pungent smell of the club as I race towards my car.
Throwing the door open, I slam it shut, locking it quick. Pulling out the wad of cash from my bag, I count the money again. Three grand. Three fucking grand. Add that to what I’ve already saved, and I’m set for months before I’ll need to find another job.
“Hell yes.” I laugh, my eyes lifting to look at the neon sign. “Fuck you,” I shout, flipping off the sign, then shoving the money in the bag.
I’m running off pure adrenaline, eager to get the hell out of here. It’s only an eight-hour drive from here to Colorado. If I leave now, I might be able to make it by morning.
Without knowing the exact address of this town that I’m not even sure really exists, I pick the first small town closest to the mountains and decide to start there. I’m in no rush.
Pulling out of the club’s parking lot, I head to the nearest gas station to fill the car up and stock up on snack food and energy drinks.
The drive goes well until I hit hour four. My eyes are heavy, and my ass hurts from sitting for so long. I’m forced to stop and piss a lot because of all the energy drinks I’m chugging to keep myself awake.
By the time I reach the first town in Colorado, I’m dead on my feet. I’d hardly gotten any sleep the night before I had to work, too nervous about the trip I’d be making today. I should have stopped to get some sleep, but I’m here now.
Pulling into a little cafe, I get out and groan while stretching my hands over my head. Maybe I’ll have a bit of luck on my side, and someone here will know something about this mystery town.
Letting out a breath, I head inside.
The lady behind the counter looks at me warily. I give her a polite smile before heading toward the bathroom.
She steps out in front of me and shakes her head. “Bathrooms are for customers only.”
“I just need to pee real quick, then I’ll be out of your way,” I try.
“I’m sorry, sir, but last time we let a man like you in, we had to repair the sink.”
A man like me? An Omega?
I look down and groan. Or a homeless man. Fuck. I didn’t even realise how much of a mess I must look like.
There’s a mustard stain on my hoodie from the gas station hot dog that I got in the middle of the night. Add in the bags that are most likely under my eyes and the rumpled hair, I can see how she might think that.
“Of course.” I nod and step back to look at the menu taped to the counter. “I’ll have a coffee and a stack of chocolate chip pancakes.” I pull out my wallet and give her a twenty. Her eyes widen, and she smiles.
“That will be right out.”
I nod again and dip into the bathroom to relieve myself and wash up quickly, cringing at the state of myself in the mirror. Yeah, I understand why she thought what she thought.
I do my best to get the stain out of my hoodie with some water, soap, and paper towels before heading back out.
My order is waiting for me on the counter. I grab it and take it to a nearby table.
The food is amazing, and I eat it far too quickly before washing it down with the coffee.
“Everything good?” the older waitress asks me.
“Perfect. Thank you.” I smile, nodding.
She goes to take my plate when I stop her.
“Hey, could I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
I lick my lips, nervous again, hoping I don’t sound like some crazy person looking for a made-up town.
