In the parking lot of bar, Dylan parked his car and went to meet his friend at the entrance.
"Again he is wearing Black." Ariel whispers to Lena as she saw Dylan walking towards them. "Yeah but it looks good on him." as Lena whispers back. Ariel say something and they both giggles. Two of them were standing at some distance from other, wearing matching dress, talking in secretive way, giggling off sometime. They were excited to see this trendy club of Central Square. Dylan walk to them and whispers slowly to Lena "No drinking with Strangers." a clear warning as he take her hand into his. Lena pouts but nods in agreement. As they enter, a whole lot of loud bar music thrilled them. A man recognise Sam and came forward. He was young master of Stanley ;Owner of the club. He takes them upstairs to VIP Lounge. The vibes here were soft almost as if they were inside some café not the bar; a bit more relaxing then Café. Stanley was a high school fallow for them and a member of Young Club back in high school. His hand moved in air and robot wearing dress code of bar came in with some dark bottles that Dylan never likes.
"Knew about your wound by C. P last week Dylan." Stanlay says, serving them with dark red wine named Vintage. Dylan watched Lena as she take her glass and sip the wine.
"News travel faster in Capaldi." Dylan says as he continues to watch her and remember why he always let her drunk when Stanley is the one serving.
Ralph Stanley was two year senior from them, back in high school who joined the young's club: a club made by elite students famous for it's activities. They knew each other more than anyone. The relationship and friends back from high school are more strong then others. Over the years of disconnection ;they still respect each other. Dylan observe Stanley as he serve wine to other like an art but Dylan. As Stanley has invited other members of Young's Club, one after another, they came and slowly the Lounge was filling up ;they came and talk about how their journey up till now.
Dylan patiently listen to all of them. The socialist of Capaldi do know him and his journey. The respect that they have for him was shown in their actions but he find it quite predictable just like those Royal events that he has attended.
The phone vibrates in the pocket and AS Dylan take it out to read what was just delivered to him. It was an address just five minutes walk from here to down in Central Square.
He stand up; ready to leave. From the distance Lena who was sitting with a group of batch mates stare at him. Dylan smiles and typed in his phone and left. Her gaze fallowed him as he go out and then fall on glowing screen of her phone.
Be careful;I'm out for something. As Lena read his massege and toss her phone around ; fully engage herself in conversation. Her temper has raised once again.
Dyalm came out of club and walk in the lighted street of Central Square for his destination. Soon he was Infront of his destination with gleaming neon sign board.
Ten steps to left; a voice sings inside him.
'Ten steps to left' the famous song was playing : filling whole shop with it's music. As Dylan enters, the song welcomed him with a view of piled up things. The store was filled with random old stuff piled up as if the owner placed something here and there and forget to take it back to original place.
"Anyone here?" Dylan called out for someone to hear what he wants. There was a rustle back in storage room and sound of thing falling to ground fallowed it. A men appears, he recognised Dylan as the strange visitor who wants some inventory.
"Here you are." He gave Dylan an old book with strange expression on his face. Dylan pays him and left the shop with high pitch ending note of song. The board of store now had another sentence engraved on it. Dylan stops before it to read out what was written now.
" May you be blessed."
A smile appears on his face as Dylan read it and left to be back somewhere before someone throw a drunken tantrum in Capaldi.