Smoothing out the crumpled piece of paper that she held in her hand, Avariella took one more look at the address that was scribbled on to it before shoving it into her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the shop in front of her. It was a small antique shop called Second Time Around, filled with a variety of things from an old typewriter to even a small assortment of jewelry. This is where she was told that she would find the one she was looking for.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Turning to face the source of the voice, Avariella saw that it came from a young redheaded woman who was minding the shop. The young girl nodded as she walked towards the counter. "Yeah, do you know someone by the name of Casey Jones? I was told I could find him here."
The woman seemed to be slightly shocked by that question. "Um… he isn't here now. Do you want me to take a message?"
Ava shook her head slightly as she sighed. "No, I need to speak to him about something." Her deep blue eyes looked up at the woman once more. "Would you happen to have his address? Or somewhere that I could find him? I really must speak with him." She paused, "If you don't mind I could just wait here if it's no trouble to you, I can always come back when he would be around."
The woman walked around the counter so that she was standing beside Ava, looking over her, perhaps trying to detect if there would be any sort of danger in letting her stay for a while, which was understandable living in a city such as this. She sighed slightly, "I'll see if I can call him, until then you're welcome to wait in my apartment. I was just about to close up anyway."
Ava smiled, "Thank you Miss…"
"O'Neal, April O'Neal. Nice to meet you…" she said while extending a pale but very strong hand.
"Avariella Weller," Ava said while grasping April's hand in a handshake before she led her upstairs to a nicely sized two-bedroom apartment. April pointed Ava to a couch sitting right beside the entrance while the redhead went to the kitchen, returning moments later with a glass of water in hand.
She offered the beverage to the sudden guest, but Ava declined politely.
"Um…" April said while sitting on a nearby recliner. "So how do you know Casey?"
"I don't… he's a friend of my mother's."
April nodded, taking a small sip from the glass she now held.
"So, were you able to get a hold of him?" Ava said, trying to fill the silence that loomed between them.
"Yeah, he said that he should be here soon."
"Okay… sorry for causing any trouble, I just needed to talk to him. I promise I won't take up much more time than I already have Miss O'Neal."
April waved it off. "It's alright, no trouble. Though may I ask what it is you want to talk to him about?"
Ava fiddled with the hem of her long-sleeved grey sweatshirt as she bit her lower lip ever so slightly. "I'm sorry but I'd rather speak to him about it. I want him to hear about it first."
"That's alright, I can understand." April replied before taking another sip of her beverage.
A silence then hung between them as they waited for Mr. Jones to arrive. Ava busied herself with studying the space she was now sitting in. The main living area that she sat in now was very simply decorated with a couch, two recliners, a small coffee table, and across the room from where she now sat was a modestly sized flat-screen on a simple wooden cabinet. Looking to the left of the television, Ava noticed a walkway that she assumed led to the bedrooms and to her right was a window that overlooked the near silent street below. Yes, it was a decently sized apartment for a single woman living on her own. Maybe once she had a roommate who since then must have left but the redhead woman that sat near her never found the need to leave the apartment. That or she owned the building that she resided in, due to her running the shop downstairs, Ava assumed that was most likely.
Suddenly, the doorknob began to move. Swallowing past a lump in her throat, Ava leaned forward in her seat while waiting for Mr. Jones to enter. She had never seen this man before so she doubted that he would recognize her at all.
"Hey Casey, sorry for calling you so late," April said while walking towards the tall, muscular man standing in front of her. She gestured slightly to Ava who was still sitting on the couch. "This guest of mine asked to speak with you."
Casey looked over at Ava with blue eyes that matched hers before looking back at April, "It's okay babe."
Ava looked up at the redheaded woman. "Miss O'Neal, may I speak with him alone?"
"Sure," April looked over at Casey. "I'll be in the kitchen."
Casey nodded before placing a quick kiss on the redhead's lips. "Kay."
After April left, Casey sat in the recliner and looked over at Ava. "Um, do I know you?"
Ava shook her head. "No, you don't but you knew my mother. Her name was Kayla Weller."
The man's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the name. "Kay? I haven't seen her for years. She left suddenly at the end of her junior year and I never saw her again. How is she doing?"
"Well…" Ava pulled at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "She passed away a few weeks ago."
"I'm sorry ta hear that." Casey said.
Ava nodded before looking up at the man, trying to figure out how to put what it was she came to say. "Mr. Jones… You were rather close with my mother weren't you?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I guess you can say that."
"Well…" she took in a deep breath before letting it out. "I think you might be my father…"