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    Computers, Conferences and Kisses

    Vince was bored. He’d called Tara over eight hours ago and she still hadn’t returned his call. A scruffy cat growled at him from the opposite side of the table, “I’m going over there!” he told the disgruntled feline who hissed at him, “”Don’t try and argue Cosmic, I’ve made up my mind.” The cat growled once again before jumping from the table and slinking off to hide. The cat had been a present from Tara, as a kitten she had been lovely but as she matured she seemed to be mad at the world and so they had decided to call her ‘Cosmic Creepers’, a decision made after a Disney film marathon and too much wine.

    Vince grabbed a jacket and headed out to Tara’s, his initial displeasure turning into concern as he jogged towards his best friend.

    “Thank god!” Willow exclaimed as she left the office building and headed to her car. All day she had been in and out of meetings, trying to calm and reassure various parties of the reliability of their services, a task not made easy by the recent crash. As she got into her car, she fumbled in her purse for her cell phone, examining her arm, she could only make out the last 3 digits of Tara’s number and cursed herself for not writing it down on something else. “Oh *****!” she exclaimed she started the car and headed off towards Tara apartment building.

    Tara had moved the freshly adorned canvass to her bedroom, where Willow could watch the room while not distracting her too much. She was now stood in the kitchen, the freshly washed brushes lined up neatly on the draining board.

    Crossing to the fridge she pulled out a carton of orange juice and poured herself a large glass. Her intense painting session had left her exhausted and a little dehydrated. Tucking a paint coated strand of hair back behind her ear she smiled to herself before packing her painting things back into their case.

    Her smile and pride radiating in her eyes, Tara pulled back the heavy door and headed back to the basement.

    At the same time, Vince was approaching the building, on the walk over he had managed to convince himself that something catastrophic had happened to his friend and that she lay bleeding and in pain in her apartment. The logic reasons for her not answering her phone hadn’t even entered his mind. Willow pulled up in front of the building and stepped out into the pink sunset. “Hey Vince!” she called as she moved a large bundle of white roses into her arms and locked the car up.

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