Beautiful Scars

chapter 1

Word count:1132.

Camilla.

The continuous argument in the kitchen didn't seem to want to stop, and it was giving me a quite a serious headache.

"Carla, knife cuts are more painful than burns, even the dumbest person on Earth knows that, nicolai argued like his life depended on it.

"Nicolai, I don't agree with you on this one, seriously burns hurts more...and I'm always right, carla chipped in.

This was the most stupid argument I have ever witnessed, and definitely the most stupid co-workers ever encountered.

Atleast they were wonderful company ..

Groaning in frustration, i decided to leave the room for them to continue bickering like kids.

God know I don't want to get involved in their silly arguments about burns and cuts.

"CAMILLE". My name boomed in the fairly large kitchen as both of them called me.

"Cazzo" I cursed under my breath, i haven't even sent my wishes to the heavens.

"Yes". I answered them not even bothering to hide the annoyance from my voice.

They both smjlles sheepishly at me " what hurts more".

Nicolai asked as his eyes twinkle in anticipation. They both wanted me to support them but sorry to disappoint.

"I don't know why and how i even got involved in your silly argument or why the hell you guys are arguing when we are supposed to be be resting...you know break period but anyways here is my answer.

"Cramps" I answered smugly and rested my head on the table.

"That's fucking true, fuck cramps hurt more than anything in the world, even though it's once a month. Carla added.

Nicolai had that confused look on his face but when Carla added once a month his face crunched up in disgust muttering about how we had to bring girl shit into the argument.

I couldn't help but laugh loudly, my grey eyes met with green ones as matteo glared making me stick out my tongue at him. He smiled and rolled his eyes.

Nicolai Ivanov, a 22 year old Russian, handsome Greek God with green eyes and pearly white teeth, a proud flirt who could easily make it big as a model was one of my co-worker at la creamy.

For reasons unknown to me, he chose to work at la creamy as a waiter, one of the many things I know about him is his wealthy backgroud but that was all i knew about his family.

According to him he left because they were asking of something from him and he couldn't give in.

I would literally do anything for a complete family.

Nico and I started working in la cremèe on the same day and we have been friends ever since. Carla is a eighteen year old girl who just graduated from high school saving up from college, long wavy blonde hair, cute button nose, blue eyes and quite the model like shape.

We became friend almost immediately because she was nice and quite the talkative.

"Baby girl, how are you doing today" Nicolai asked as he sat close to me. Being in New York for over three years, his accent is almost completely gone but it's still there unlike me. I have to talk really slow in order to hide my accent that I don't even remember knowing about.

"I'm surviving and existing alright, thank you for asking" I smiled cheekily.

He smiled "you can never answer a question without being sarcastic, can you?.

"I think I would fall if I answer an obvious question correctly" I said thinking of all the times I answered anybody in sarcasm.

"Don't worry you will soon meet the person who you wouldn't be able to give a sarcastic answer to no matter how hard you try." He said with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"I don't think that person has been born yet." I answered smugly.

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After break was over we went about doing our normal work the restaurant was packed as normal and time passed as usual. Few minutes toout closing time Mrs Russo the owner of la crèeme called me to her office.

Holding the railing, i walked down the stairs in a slow and precise manner.
I could run every where but immediately I reached a stair case not matter how long or short,i walked as slow as possible......I don't know why I had a little phobia of stairs.

Knocking on the door, i heard a little come in" from the other side.

I entered and I was greeted with a warm smile. " Baby, how are you doing today. She asked me the exact questions Nico asked.

I cringed inwardly at that name."I'm doing good today and how are you doing." I asked.

There were only few people on this earth I couldn't answer like i normally do, first my family and mrs Russo.

"And I'm not a baby " I mummured to myself but she heard it anyways.

"I know, i just like calling you that because your actions say otherwise" she said laughing.

I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue at her, i will prove that i am not one, I'm nineteen for goodness sake.

"Okay, i won't call you that...I will try not to call you that and about why I called you here, i need your help in serving some of my guests tonight.

"No problem, cara mia, i will be here yo help you anytime okay.

"Thank you so much, don't worry I'll give you tommorow as a rest day and mi dispiache no". She apologised.

"Don't be sorry, i rather be here anyways and besides I get an off day tommorow " I said as i left the room to text father that I will be back home late today.

Mrs Russo is an 57 year old American-italian, she married an italian man, who died almost 20 years ago and she came to New York and opened a restaurant/ cafe. Her husband loved creamy things hence the name la crèeme.

Reaching the little stair case leading to the staff room, i groaned in annoyance....I had phobia for stairs and by some cursed luck I can't even remember why.

Walking on the stairs as careful as possible, holding the railing as tight as I can. Half way to the top, my vision blurred a little and I suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice talking behind me. Turning back to look at the person who just spoke, a loud voice spoke from the " caught you" followed by giggling.

Coupled from the shock of being startled and my bad eye sight I missed the next step and the next second I was calling from the stairs.

I let out a silent scream as I landed hard on the floor.