Chapter Twelve
“Where are you?” said Orestes over the phone.
“Did mom put you up to this?” exhaled Aura and sat on a short wall at the side of the road. She held her bicycle upright with her feet in front of her.
“Yeah, but I also sent you like ten messages. Your mother expects you to go to Viko’s party, she has a hairdresser waiting for you at home.”
Aura pulled a lock of her hair and frowned at the frizzled edges. She wasn’t a hairdo maniac or anything, she could go a few days with unkempt hair but this was getting serious. She sighed and said, “What am I doing?”
“Don’t know, can’t see you. It’s not a videocall Aura,” said Orestes confused.
“No! Me, now, what am I doing? I’m scouring the city for days, looking for a damn biker who uploads videos. My feet hurt, my back hurts, I smel
