Call It What You Want (to be revamped & restarted soon)

Track 1.09 | new to town with a made-up name

The state of Grace. She wasn't sure if it would be acceptable to pry into her personal life but she couldn't help the impulse to get involved. Though she kept ignoring her urge to find out and fix things for Grace, she wasn't sure for how long she'd be able to keep her distance. There was no way she could afford to get involved in someone else's mess. Not again. Not after last time-

Him-

She kept avoiding her thoughts like the escapist she was but one particular sight in the back of her mind left her stunned, the clattering sound of the whisk hitting the floor being her only connection to the present now. It was as if she was forced to live through it all over again and before she could spiral any further, she bent to pick up the whisk. Leaving the batter in the oven, she threw the whisk into the sink and decided to divert her attention.

The voice in her head was way too loud and clear this time. Think of something else. Think of a butterfly. Anything that-

That regular customer. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself she was being paranoid, she couldn't shake off the tense feeling from when he kept staring at her the first time they met. Unlike most men she had encountered, he didn't check her out or stare at her in a creepy way. It was supposed to feel plain weird but it felt different. And surprisingly, that's what scared her more.

His eyes pierced into hers, as if asking a lot of questions at once, none of which Priyankha seemed to understand. Instead of trying to picture behind her apron in a perverse manner, he never took his eyes off of her face, as if trying to imagine it behind her thin layered surgical mask. As if he knew her.

The possibility made her heart skip a beat, for hardly anyone knew her in this small town. And no one was supposed to. His eyes wandered in the lack of recognition but he seemed to be drawing her features in until she loudly cleared her throat and sternly asked for his order. And then he opened his mouth to say the silliest thing she had ever heard because no one in their sane state of mind would order the cold beverage he did in a weather like this.

She was startled when the oven dinged her back to the present and she couldn't help but wonder if he was alright. Or he would just prove her hypothesis correct when he would return to the café with a cold. If he would ever return.

It had been days since she had last seen him at the coffee shop and she wondered if she had missed him somehow and Dio had prepared his order. But she knew that wasn't the case for whenever the bells at the entrance jingled, her sights would flee up towards the door, trying to find a familiar face. In search of him.

But he never came after that day and all she could do was wonder why.

He didn't look so well the last time he was around. Did he finally catch a cold or had Priyankha managed to scare him away? She sighed at her past self that thought a free coffee - against which Dio had lectured her later - would help him forget her crying face. For a hot minute, she was convinced he was staring at her with concern when the tears streamed down her face but her logic dismissed the idea that a stranger would care so much.

But that look. It was so much like the first time he had seen her. Undoubtedly, it would be validating for most to suddenly lock a man's gaze, so intense and riveting, but not for Priyankha. For someone running away from their past, finding anyone who could recognise her here would be her biggest nightmare. Her worst fear.

She sighed loudly again as this was her life now. A carefully built castle with tons of lies that could fall apart at the slightest tug of wind. There was no way she could afford anyone finding out where she was at the moment, especially why. She took three deep breaths before holding a knife with a vice-like grip in one hand and slowly began chopping some washed strawberries. Brushing her anxious over-thinking aside, she tried to focus on the desserts she was supposed to make, even if she had clearly lost control long back. That regular customer who was merely a stranger had helped by turning into a mysterious yet easy distraction now.

After all, people like Priyankha were never good at keeping secrets anyway. It was either the way they quickly placed their trust in most people or the way they assumed everyone around to have a good and pure heart. But not anymore. Priyankha had learnt her lessons the hard way and this one particularly, wasn't one she was going to forget anytime soon. Not after what it had cost her.

She neatly pushed the cut strawberry slices towards the edge of the glass jar in a distinct pattern before picking up the roll of whipped cream. And as she poured it with a flower shaped nozzle, her mind started playing flashbacks of the time she had dared to dream and trust, of the time she dared to hope and believe. But no actions go without consequences, for here she was now, new to town with a made-up name where nobody knew her. And soon that was going to change but she wasn't ready for it.

Random Question: What do you do when random thoughts start attacking you?

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This chapter is dedicated to Anne chalametslcver for reaching out in Nov 2021 and making such amazing graphics for this story. I am so touched by this gesture and your efforts. Thank you so very much, Anne <3

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A/N: Hey guys! What you think of this chapter? Honestly, writing something so subtly obvious was a big leap for me. What do you think of Priyankha so far? Why is she here and what's her big secret? I'd love to hear your theories *_*

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