As the gorgeous woman turned away, Michelle couldn't help but steal another glance. There was something undeniably captivating about her, an aura of strength and vulnerability that tugged at Michelle's curiosity.
The barista leaned against the worn countertop of the café, her mind partly occupied with the lingering echoes of her earlier argument with her father. She didn't need him telling her what to do or where to go; she was perfectly content here, talking with their regulars, meeting people.
Then she looked at the woman sitting at the corner by the glass window, frown etched on her beautiful face. "She looks oddly familiar" her mind quipped. A pang of guilt washed over Michelle as she noticed that the other woman looked like she was on the verge of crying. Maybe her snarky remarks had been a bit much, fueled by her own personal turmoil.
Anntonia's phone buzzed insistently, its screen lighting up with unread messages and missed calls. Each notification felt like another brick added to the wall of expectations she yearned to escape.
6 Missed Calls from Nicha
3 Missed Calls from Irfan
2 Missed Calls from Chris
[Messages]
Nicha: Anntonia, where are you? Why did you leave like that?
Nicha: Chris is angry. Please answer my calls!
Irfan: Anntonia babe, are you on your way?
Chris: Anntonia, is it true that you that you drove off?
Chris: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!!
Irfan: Are you still planning to come tonight? The guys are getting antsy.
The barista approached Anntonia and placed the steaming cup of coffee on the table with a slight clink. For a moment the model wondered why the cocky woman didn't say anything. She however felt eyes looking at her intensely. Anntonia took a cautious sip, the bitterness of the black coffee mirroring her mood. Despite her initial annoyance, she couldn't deny the comforting warmth that spread through her.
The model's phone rang, and just as she found her will to answer, her phone died. "Urgh!" she exclaimed in frustration.
Upon hearing the girl groan in desperation, Michelle pushed herself away from the counter and made her way towards the back of the café, returning with a bottle wrapped in brown paper. Setting it down beside the other girl's coffee, she met Anntonia's gaze with a hint of a smile.
"Feeling like the day needs a little more than just a caffeine kick?" she questioned, her voice softer than before.
Anntonia's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in suspicion. Tentatively, she reached for the bottle, a flicker of a hesitant smile playing on her lips. Only now did she notice the name on the girl's nametag.
"Maybe you're right... Michelle," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe it does."
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Sweet Nothing
FanfictionAnntonia is a well-loved supermodel, a symbol of perfection and elegance yet she feels suffocated by the relentless glare of fame and false pretenses. Yearning for an escape, she finds herself in a little café where a captivating but cocky woman ser...
