Once Upon A Coffee Shop

Chapter 2.

Ken's POV

I moved around with my vacuum cleaner as I hum to "blind" by sza , The song lyrics were really catchy and It is literally stuck in my head. Today being Friday meant cleaning day, dusting, dish washing, laundry, and other form of chores. I really enjoyed doing my chores, it has been a habit since I was a little boy, mama always made sure me and my younger brother Ryan always clean up our mess.

sigh, that was before she passed away.

I dance to the tone of the song dramatically, my waist moving according to the beat and my legs also doing a few tricks too as I move my vacuum around, sometimes losing my focus and sometimes almost tripping. I put my favorite spotify playlist on shuffle as I work, so after every two or three minutes the music changes.

Cleaning took half of my day and by the time I was done, I was sweating profusely. Entering the bathroom, I took of all form of clothings in my body and turned the shower on, the water was exactly what I needed. I don't know but something about today really made my heart beat for joy, probably the fact that I am going to meet my brother after a long while.

Ryan and I were inseparable and while growing up, people often mistook us for twins. Many said it was because of the striking resemblance while others said it was because of the fact that we were always together. Ryan was a tall as me, even taller. Don't get me wrong, I'm not short, he just really had long legs and that was the reason he was also one of the best athletes in our school. Life was easy for us till our mother died, our father has left us since we were babies and we had only our mother. When our mother died, it was like our world crashed, trust me i was crushed!. Everything just seemed to be happening so fast and that was also one of the reasons why I left college so my brother could further, after struggling so hard he finished but then things were not too rosy for him and he had his own personal struggles so we lost contact. Not like we didn't talk to each other, that bond was just not there, life became too serious for both of us and we couldn't keep up with each other as often again.

Well today is the day we meet, it has been a year and the half since we last met and I am really eager to see him again.

My bath was a short one and very soon I walk out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist, I walk towards my ward rope to pick a suitable clothes. Picking clothes is not a hard chore for me, I had  clothes everywhere, arranged for any kind of occasion.

Yes I am a shoperholic, if there was a word like that.

I just really like shopping and when I was younger,I was the one to always follow my mum shopping. Unlike me, Ryan hated shopping, he called it a girly chore and he was afraid that he might be caught partaking in such "sacred" Activity, his words not mine.
Anyways, growing up I always got clothes and I took it as an obligation to always get clothes anytime I feel like I needed some.

I picked up a white shirt and a black crazy jean trouser, I wore it and after that I applied perfume on my clothes. I comb my hair neatly and adjusted myself, I made sure everything in my body was in order before leaving the room.

After I left, I decided to go to the kitchen and make some food, and by making some food, I meant cereal. Pouring little Oreo's in the bowl as I added milk topping it, and then my water, and literally just enjoyed my cereal in peace.

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My phone made a ding signifying someone had just texted me. I knew who it would be from and it was no other person than my brother, to be fair I'm not sure another other person texts me though, except from work and my long distance bestie ,vincent, and that was one in a while. Other than that, my phone was usually very silent. I was a loner, and the only reason why Ryan was texting me was so he wouldn't miss his way here.

Ryan: I'm on my way ,I will text you when I get to new coast.

A smile appeared on my face at the sight of this message,I knew he would be here but then it seems more real now. I sit down on my comfortable cushion in my sitting room as I stare at my blank tv, my mind wandering off. Thoughts about high school days flashed through my mind, how Ryan used to be the biggest player in planet earth and how I used to be my "lover boy". I remembered my first girlfriend vanessa and how I really thought she was the one, I even gave her a promise ring, only to catch her with another dude on the day of our anniversary. I remembered how much me and Ryan loved football and how good we were at it, I was the team captain of our school and he was the assistant. I remembered my favorite lunch lady and how she used to sing my praises. My thoughts were interrupted by a rather too familiar ringtone, and I sprung up, placing the phone on my eyes.

"Hello," I hear from the other end of the call and I know that voice too well, Ryan my lovely brother.

"I'm at new coast now, come out. Do not keep us waiting."

Us? last time I checked I remembered inviting only Ryan and he didn't even mention he was coming with company. I mumbled a little "okay" as I headed out.

Stepping out of my house,I found a black lexus car standing mightily in front of my house. My eyes moves around trying to look for him and I tried moving around, I felt the windscreen of the car roll down revealing my brother.

I was excited to see him, I really was but what I was more concerned about was whether it was his car or not and if it was, where the f*ck did he get the money to purchase such a masterpiece?

"Is that how you greet your brother you have not seen for quite while? he said stepping down from his car or what I assumed was his car.

He was looking all clean and anybody could tell he was feeding well. His clothes neatly ironed and you can tell from the lines on them.

He hugs me tightly while I am still in my trance, his body scents like mint and from just going close to him, you could tell his cologne cost alot. He pulled apart observing me ,his hands on my face dramatically, he playfully touches my undeveloped beards causing a smile to break out in my face. His car opens ,and that brings us back to our current situation.

A white plump woman step out, carrying a child which I assume was hers. Her smile was very broad and it looked like she had a connection with my brother, maybe they were friends?

My brother pulled away from me as he turned away from my nervously, his hand reached for hers as he brought her forward to meet me.

"Flora meet my brother, ken, kendrick."

"Hi I'm flora," she said extending her hands out obviously wanting a hand shake.

"Ken," A huge silence follows after like he wanted to say something but then something was holding him back.

"Meet Flora, my wife and isabella my daughter." He pointed to the baby by his "wife" side.

Wait...WIFE????!!!