Prologue

       It was a warm summer in the middle of June with the sun shining and the wind blows.

I walk through a footpath with trees around me. I saw a little girl sitting at one of the chair in the garden. She was blowing bubbles to the air and running around. She looks so happy even if she plays alone. Apparently there are no troubles ahead of her. She was happy, living her young life and didn’t thinking too much about tomorrow. That’s what I need to do, but it was just so difficult.

            I saw it.

            I saw everything.

            I pretend not to.

            I lied.

            I regret it.

            But nothing’s going to change.

       Mom was right. I shouldn’t talk to him in the first place. Now I regret seeing him kissing another woman in his car. I know how hurt I’ll be if I saw something like it, but I keep pretending to believe everything that’s impossible. Mom was hurt, so was I. He never came back and it’s just us, looking at our future not our past.

 

            “Blair, where are you going?” asked mom.

            “I’m going to find a job,” I answered without looking directly at her.

            “A job? Like what are you? 20?” she cried. “No job, absolutely not.”

            “And what? Do you think sitting here is going to change anything?” I replied. “We need to do something about this.”

            “I... need to do something about this, not you.”

            “Oh, and you think I’m just going to sit here and do nothing?! Forget it, I’m finding a job whether you like it or not!” I yelled and went outside the house.

       It was not a right time to argue about this. I need to find a job to help mom. She’s been facing these things for a long time. I hear her cried quietly every night. I know how sad she was and this is the way for me to help her.

I open the glass door at Happy Sip, my favorite coffee shop in the middle of the town. The little bell rang when I enter and make Joe, the owner, look at the door and saw me. The place was great. No walls, just glasses and awesome few of the town and the busiest intersection in town.

            “Hi, Blair!” he yelled from behind the counter.

            “Hello, Joe!” I yelled back and walk towards the counter.

            “What brings you here this morning?” he asked confused. “You usually came after school.”

            “Well, Joe, I need a job. Can you hire me?” I asked as I sat in front of the counter.

            “A job? Why would you need a job?” he asked.

            “Well, my family is in the middle of economic trouble. Please, Joe, I need this,” I begged him.

            “But I can only hire you as a waiter, are you sure you want to do it?” he asked while pointing at one of his waiter who’s serving an angry huge lady in the corner.

I know what Joe must be thinking, I might incapable to do this kind of job. Well, I thought the same way too but what choice do I have. Happy Sip is the only place I can rely on and I don’t even know where I might find a place who would want to hire an inexperienced girl.

            I take a deep breath. I try to figure this out in my mind.

            “I’ll take it!” I said. “When can I start working?”

            “Now?” he said as he open the counter door and let me into his kitchen.

           “Okay, you’re job is to take order from every costumer and bring it to the counter,” he explain. “Then you wait for the order and give it to them. You also have to clean the tables until the shop is closed. Can you handle that?”

            “Totally, but I can only work on weekends and every day after school,” I replied as I look around.

            “Okay, well enough for me. Now, tie up your hair, use this apron,” he handed me a red ‘Happy Sip’ apron and a paper name tag with my name on it. “Now start taking orders.”

            “Okay, boss,” I giggled.

Note to self: Your giggle sounds weird

            “Still Joe,” he smiled.

            Okay, I can do this.

            I can do this.

            I took a step on my first day of work at Happy Sip.

       I tie up my hair and wear the apron. I’m waiting for my first costumer. Joe was looking at me and then he pointed out at lady with a baby who’s coming towards the door.

            “That’s the one, go get ‘em!” said Joe.

            I took a deep breath and wait till the lady sit, then I walk towards her and stand by her side.

            “Good morning, ma’am. May I take your order, please?” I asked as polite as I possibly can.

            “Thank you, you’re so polite,” she looked at me and smile. “And… so young to be a waiter.”

            I just smile back.

            “Okay, I’ll have a chocolate bagel and a chocolate latte, please,” she said.

            I wrote it down and handed it to Joe at the counter.

            “Well done, you’re first costumer. You’re lucky she’s nice. Not to scared you but she’s like one and only,” said Joe.

       I didn’t pay too much attention to Joe. I was happy. For once, I can feel what I was doing is actually worth it. I went through the rest of the day. And Joe was right; some costumers were not so easy to serve. Some of them were drunk, and some of them were so impolite. One order wrong, they’ll spill it on the table but I think I’m getting the hang of it.

It’s almost closing time at 9 o’clock.

 

            “Okay, I’m going to head home now. Don’t forget to lock the front door okay? Good night,” Joe disappeared from the back door. I started to clean the counter and then I heard this little bell on the door rang.

            “I’m sorry but we are close now,” I said as I turn around. Then I saw this tall guy standing behind me, his blue eyes sharply looking straight to mine.

            “Oh really? I thought�"“ he started pointing at the glass door. Oh crap! I forgot to flip the open sign.

            “Oh,” I slap my forehead. He laughed a bit.

            “You forgot, so should I leave now?” he said as he touch his brown hair with a big smile on his face.

            “Well… The workers are gone, I can only give you a drink,” I said as I walk behind the counter.

            “Cool, I’ll have a latte, please,” he took off his coat and put it on one of the chair. He sits right in front of me. He keeps looking at me as I’m making his order.

“So, you’re Blair,” he looked at my name tag. “Hmm, that’s a pretty name. So, how long have you been working here?” he asked. He put his elbows on the counter as he start tapping it with his hand.
            “Well...” I think a bit. “This morning?” I giggle a little.

Note to self: Stop giggling

            “Really?” he asked.

            “Unfortunately.”

            “Ow, wish you luck,” he laughed a bit.

            “Thanks,” I looked at him and smile. “Here’s your latte.”

            “Thank you, I have to go, I’m going to miss my plane,” he stands and put his coat on. He turned his back on me for about 10 seconds.

            “Plane?”

            “Yeah, I’m going to NY to look for suitable college,” he looked at me again. “Okay, it’s very nice to meet you Blair.”

He put the money on the counter and leave. I can see him through the glass, walking to the intersection of the road and then he disappeared.

I took the money from the counter then I realized there’s writing on it;

 “Hope we’ll meet again :)”

My heart beats fast.

I don’t even know your name…

Author's Note

Sorry for grammar problem or wrong spelling
Let me know what you think :)

Reviews

[dreamland]

Nice I liked it...:)

[Kezia Hanaleigh]

Thank you :)