Mia Found!
Amy had left me stunned. I had left myself half dressed! As quickly as I regained my wits I ran to my pants and threw them on. Racing to the stairs, I ran down them two at a time, across the lobby, and out the front door. I retraced the path to the Wildwood hoping to catch up to her and convince her to come back to my room, or at least get her number, but by the time I reached the bar, it was closed. My disappointment was palatable, and soon the cold, damp air of Seattle took away my adrenaline-filled rush. My bare feet on the wet pavement turned back to the hotel. I didn’t want to go back, I wanted to find Amy! Reality had set in, and I knew that all …