CONSENSUAL

When midnight passed and Sarah didn’t call him,Drake started to get concerned. Surely they weren’t out to dinner this late, were they?

When one A.M. slid into two in the morning, Drake decided to go to Sarah’s room and talk to her. If she was hurting, he wanted to try to fix it. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He texted her. Still no answer. He waited outside of her room for ten minutes, impatient, and then when no one came by, he slipped a credit card into the lock and jimmied it. If she was in her room and ignoring him, the latch would be flipped and he wouldn’t be able to get in.

But a moment later, he was able to get in, and the door swung open. The room was empty. Sarah wasn’t in.

Where the hell was she?

A twinge of worry cut through him, and he shut the door quickly again, then headed to the elevator.

She wasn’t in the lobby. He searched the gardens, and she wasn’t there, either. The restaurant was closed due to the late hour, and the bar was empty of all