<strong>Danielle Avena</strong><br/><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br/><strong>With Tristyn, meeting the others for dinner</strong><br/><strong>Danielle's Jacket (http://www.shelikes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/300x375/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/2/8/280942.jpg)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was beautiful day. No cloud hovering in the sky, not even the infamous fog of San Francisco. Every view from their apartment was picturesque, but Danielle did not need to have her camera to capture the moment. Not even the sunset forming an "omega" shape on the horizon piqued her interest. The windows, only slightly adorned by subtle curtains, were like animated paintings which change every time you moved and at different times of the day. The evening near, so the orange hue near the horizon and the red-orange crowning the hills faded into a darkening blue as it faded into the sky.<br/><br/>Danielle stood looking out the window that led out onto the balcony. She smiled, hearing the oh so familiar voice of Tristyn, her Navy Seal boyfriend. She could only remember that day two years ago when the United States Navy came into port in the city by the bay. It was Fleet Week and probably the most memorable week she had with Tristyn. Now she had him for a month. She had missed him when he was away, but her longing for him faded when he came back. He'd visit for a day or so, then had to leave. But how well they used their time when they were together. With a camera always on hand, Danielle made it her purpose to capture fleeting moments like those. No one ever knew when something bad was going to happen.<br/><br/>Yet Danielle wasn't one hundred percent joyous that she was going to have dinner with Tristyn and their neighborhood friends. The thing that robbed her joy was something on her mind. She had received a disturbing message on her phone a few days ago. Nothing bad was going to happen to her or to the love of her life, at least, not medically. She pulled her Sony Xperia TL out of her pocket and search for that one message from a number she did not recognize. As she looked down at the words on the screen, her heart sank and she had to take a deep breath to keep from passing out and fainting. No way Tristyn would want her to call this whole dinner off. No, I have to stay sane here. This won't hurt you, Danielle, she encouraged herself.<br/><br/>When she heard Tristyn's voice coming out of the bedroom, she stashed her phone into her jacket pocket and turned around. It was the one thing that always put a smile on her face. Yes, it annoyed her the first time, but every time Tristyn teased or made a joke, Danielle always had time and energy to smile. While she kept Tristyn sane, he in turn kept her optimistic and joyous. The joy that was robbed by the message on her phone returned with her boyfriend's comment about her outfit. In fact, she wore the exact same jacket the time when they had their first date together. It was a destiny fulfilled, her jacket memory in Tristyn's vault of memories. She walked over to the man handsomely dressed and embraced him. She felt the warmth and remembered how much she loved this dude and how much he loved her back. Pushing away from him, she asked, "Are we ready to go?" A couple nods and a small kiss later, and they were off and out the door.<br/><hr/><br/>Even though the sun was completing its hiding game beyond the horizon, the air whooshing past her was warm. What was warmer was the body she was holding. Holding tight as to not get separated, for in any case, she wanted to stay together with Tristyn forever. Danielle was used to the bike leaning left and right as it made its way towards Ocean Beach. She remembered the day she took Tristyn to this beach. Never did she know that there was a restaurant just up the coast. As they pulled up to the restaurant, a nice, bright and quaint building overlooking the Pacific Ocean and the vast sands of Ocean Beach, they say a familiar figure enter through the front door. Tristyn slowed the bike to a halt near the door and kept the bike balanced. Danielle swung her heeled boot over the tail end of the bike and before going for the door, she secured her helmet to the seat behind Tristyn. Waving to her boyfriend as she pulled out of the driveway, looking for a place to park, she turned on her heel and went for the doors.<br/><br/>The hostess at the door approached her, asking if she was with a party. "Yes, I'm part of Miss Lysenko's party," she responded. Danielle was directed to the terrace on the other side of the building. She made her way there and upon opening the door, spotted Sana and Mayson already seated at a round table. "Hey, bitches," she jokingly greeted her two friends. Upon laying her eyes on Sana nearing a wasted state, she added, "Damn girl, you couldn't wait for the rest of us?"