Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 27 -

Ciao my beautiful readers,

I know some of you might well be plotting my murder. However, I pleased to announce an update.

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Without a moment to waste, here's the twenty-seventh installation of Italian Coffee House.

THANK YOU TO @MiriHook for helping me put together this update. I love ya girl.

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Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 27

*Dari*

My God! My best friend was a lunatic, as if I didn't know that already. It's just that it was rare that I ever saw it in action. That's why every time she'd threatened to floor Niccolò for me in the past I denied her offer. I was convinced that she would do it in a heartbeat. Tionnè snatched the purple negligée along with its hanger, sauntering over to the brunette cashier who stood wide-eyed behind the cash registered ready to run for cover at a moments notice. Tey carried on as though she hadn't just punched that guy square in the jaw. It looked painful, evidently because I flinched at the sickening thud that registered at the contact. It would've been absolutely hilarious, that is, had this been a scene from one of the our favorite TV series or had I not been so concerned with her well-being. I followed closely behind, saying a silence prayer that God would have mercy on us. Glancing around the store, I found that I was a bit anxious because having no inkling of what to expect next.

Tey approached the counter, summoning the most friendly smile she could muster, while placing the item on the surface. It seemed that the last thing she wanted to do was intimidate the poor girl whom looked to be around our age. How on earth she was so calm? I might very well be close to losing my mind and I had done nothing questionable. The timid woman looked like she would faint from anxiety any minute, but she surprised me by accepting the cash offered even if she did so cautiously. Before long the item that had caused all this trouble was bagged and the register, ringed up before she gave Tey the balance of her cash. , all while maintaining a place as far away from my crazy best friend as humanly possible. 

"Thank you," Tey chimed, in an attempt to extinguish the tension that hung over between them. "Do enjoy the rest of your day."

"Tey-" I began, about to convince her not to do anything stupid, only she interrupted me.

"-He deserved it," She defended. There was no doubt in my mind that he did, however I just didn't want her to become a causality of circumstances. Following closely behind, I retraced our steps towards the entrance of the exotic shop. Two Caucasian male officers caught my eye as they continued deep in conversation with that guy. He could only be a victim of fate because it was almost as though he was begging for it. She found my hand, gently squeezing it in an attempt to comfort me. "Keep calm Ada ... don't be afraid."

"I'm not," I urged only it came out in a faint whisper, failing to convince us both. I was beyond anxious and I had every right to be. After all, this kind of thing didn't happened often, at least not with us. It hadn't escaped me that several reports of police brutality against people of African decent had surfaced, provoking the masses to acts of protest. In some cases, unnecessary deaths at the hands of said officers who'd taken an oath to protect and serve. I couldn't bare the thought of my best friend being manhandled or mistreated in any form or fashion. It was the most terrible thing my thoughts could conjure at the moment and in light of recent events. I wasn't about to lose my best friend over something so trivial. Thinking quickly, I reached into my handbag stealthily seeking out my handheld device before hitting speed dial which forwarded my call to Nicky. As he'd rightfully said I was only to call him and as it turns out I could think of no one else to call. The only other person walked in tandem with me as we tried to leave the premises.