Billionaire's Debt

Chapter One: Coffee And Angles

"Your coffee." I jerked and the charcoal in my hand moved in a direction i didn't want it to move. A rough dark line started back at me and i almost cried at its sight. This will take a lot of covering up to do or maybe a complete redo but then rough sketches don't need a complete redo. Curse my perfectionism for not letting me be at peace even if a rough has a mistake. Another reason I'm always late. I don't blame me as I put my hundred percent or so i think to give reasons for my tardiness.

The culprit of my miserable mistake is the waitress who stood beside my chair with my coffee in her hands and a smile that tried to cover her annoyed face. Has it been that long? Can't blame her when she has to stand for many hours for ignorant people like me. My zone mode blocked out her presence.

Its always good to be in my zone but unresponsiveness and ignorance to my surroundings is the disadvantage. There might be a firing, world ending or maybe a bomb goes off but if I'm in my zone... I won't notice. I love it and hate it at the same time, just like icecream cake. Is it an icecream or a cake? it needs to figure out its priorities but all aside it tastes soo good.

I nodded and cleared the table that I've turned into a makeshift workplace. She quietly put my coffee on the table and left without asking if something is wrong with me. Not that i would be able to answer. I'll have a mini heartattack if she does and that'll annoy her even more.

These days everything is wrong that people barely ask what's wrong. Where were the good old days when people would talk to one another or strike a conversation with strangers you met on the streets? If it was those days I could keep doing my work without seeming like a creep. People would appreciating me for taking interest in choosing them as a subject rather than suspecting me as a stalker. It's not that they would not appreciate but the warning bells goes off in their head before i could open my mouth to explain, not that I would react differently than them. I would flip and yell stranger danger so that the whole world could listen.

I sighed and turned to my subject, still smiling at the man in front of her with her hands in his. Her face is radient with happiness. There are a lot of people around me but they stole the show and I'm sure they grab attention wherever they go. It's not their beauty or their grandeur but of how long they're been in love. Probably more than everyone here but still they're going strong. I wonder how it would be like to be in love like them. It's not wrong to dream of something like this but who wouldn't.

There aren't many to have come this far and everyone craves for that love as it's rare these days. Even if I'm unlucky most of my life I wish I get lucky only with love.

Me as my shabby self with a man who understands me and would do anything for me. We'd live in a small house in the suburbs with a huge garden and lots of dogs and kids.

I might be too young to dream for a picket fence but when i see people like them... i can't stop but wish that part comes quicker in my life.

Louise will start yelling if I tell her I need a boyfriend. Come to think of it she'll have a heartattack with whatever I do. I wonder why her commitment issues work only on me. I haven't had a boyfriend since forever but she keeps talking about teenage love being senseless and how i should focus on my career more than finding love. I love her motherly care but sometimes its always over the notch.

She has the love of her life and they both swoon over each other every waking seconds but I'm not supposed to wish for it. They are very bad influence and expect to keep me locked when they do nothing to stop me from awing at them. But how could they even do that? Feelings can never be contained.

I sipped my coffee and the sweet caffeine filled my senses. I'm probably adicted to coffee and coming to a cafe everyday to sketch is doing me no good but staying within those four walls are making me crazy. Louise says I'm addicted to anything remotely close to danger but i don't see why coffee is danger. The caffeine mosters won't arise from my cup to slaughter me to reign his kingdom. if thats anywhere close to happening why would they arise from my cup? Maybe it'll choose the president, not a measely girl like me.