The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 2 - Crappy Coffee and Cranky Cashiers

Chapter 2 – Crappy Coffee and Cranky Cashiers     (Please read the important AN at the bottom!:D)

                This wasn’t going to work.

                Sitting outside on the bench, waiting for Hunter to get his ass out of the gym in some new clothes was beginning to get tedious. You couldn’t exactly walk into a gym without a top and then walk back out with one, it was slightly conspicuous and all around stupid.

                The car park was on the outskirts of a small town, I wasn’t exactly sure where, but we needed to find an internet cafe or something to look up our location.

                Only we could get ourselves into the absolutely ridiculous situation that we were in. My head was still throbbing and my memory was coming up blank. The joys of alcohol.

                “Penny for your thoughts?” Hunter’s voice snapped me out of my haze. Looking up at him, I sighed and rested my forehead against his chest. Surprisingly, he’d managed to get hold of a shirt.

                I’d gone in the first time and taken a top from the lockers. It was a plain black tank top, a bit too big and had a nice iron mark on the back where the original owner had left the iron on too long.

                “How did you manage that?” I asked, gesturing down at his shirt clad torso. Hunter grinned, patting himself proudly.

                “I have my ways,” he said with a wink, glancing around us. “We’re going to need your two Euros,” he finished.

                Groaning, I pushed myself up to my feet (I’d also found some sandals) and followed Hunter to the other end of the car park.

                “Where are we going?” Hunter didn’t answer me; he just stopped and waited for me to catch up with him.

                Italy, as expected, had absolutely amazing weather, which only made our trip a lot harder. Walking around in the sun aimlessly whilst trying to find a cafe wasn’t exactly the holiday that I had been hoping for.

                Apparently, when he was in the gym, Hunter called Dante and told him that we had gotten ourselves into a little situation. In the end, Dante had settled for letting us off with a few extra shifts and a telling off. It was in Italian so neither of us knew what he was saying anyway.

                “We need to try and find a cafe and hopefully find a computer. The girl in the gym said the same as Lee, we’re in Crimea. I asked her how far to Catanzaro and she just laughed at me,” Hunter explained, slipping his hand into the back pocket of my shorts and pulling me against him.

                “Great.”

                All cafes seemed to completely and totally disappear. We walked through a small village. They only had a pub, a post office and a few houses. Not forgetting the occasional goat.

                “This is getting a bit ridiculous,” Hunter muttered, rubbing his head. We’d stopped to sit by a wall and get our bearings. In all honestly, it was a load of twaddle as we weren’t about to gather any bearings unless we had Google maps.

                The town that we’d finally gotten to did have a small supermarket so we stopped in there for directions. Only problem was, Hunter was on his way to getting kicked out.