"I think I'm falling in love with you, stay with me." A young teenage boy pleaded with his girlfriend of eight months as he grasped her hands tightly, desperate to not let go just yet. Not only were they dating for a while, but they were also close friends of three years, tears of sadness threatened to spill from his dull eyes. He couldn't lose her, not yet.
"I'm sorry, Ale, I need you to focus on what's most important in your life right now... even if it's not me." The girlfriend consoled as her lip quivered, her thumb stroking his hands as they trembled. Her breath hitched here and there from the tears that were threatening to spill. Those same tears welled up, fighting the urge to allow themselves to be released.
He'd simply nod in a non-verbal reply, his tears beginning to stream down his tan face as he walked away, his head facing down in shame. Naturally, they'd both assumed they'd never see one another again. Ever.
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"AMAIA!" Sofia's loud voice screamed in my ear, snapping me out of the same dream that'd occur in my mind much more than it should.
"Dios mío, what?" I'd mutter in reply, wiping the sleep from my eyes as she teared the curtains open. The light shone fiercly through my bedroom window, a tired groan escaping my mouth as I covered my eyes with the nearest pillow.
"Come on, it's our first day!" Sofia exclaimed in excitement, tearing the pillow from my face.
"First day of what?" I inquired, staring at my bestfriend blankly. What on earth was she talking about?
"Work." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, staring at me as if I was mentally challenged or stupid. My mouth formed an "o" shape once she informed me as I nodded and hurriedly climbed out of bed.
You may wonder where we now work together. To answer your question, today is our first day at the newly opened Café diner, Barça etéreo. Barça etéreo is a quite simple and cute café which is based on a rather busy street in the beautiful city of Barcelona.
"Out." I snapped at Sofia, pointing towards my bedroom door as I began rummaging through my chestnut wooden drawers in a desperate attempt to find something to wear.
She nodded and skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. Whichever room she went into next, I'm not sure.
After endless minutes of rummaging, I'd finally find something to wear. All workers were instructed to wear full black as we'd all be provided with matching aprons too.
The outfit I picked out for the day consisted of a black blouse which I'd slightly unbutton and a short black pencil skirt. To top it all off, I'd wear my high Doctor Martens as well as accessorise myself with matching gold earrings, necklace and rings.
Once I had got myself dressed - which was rather quick - I aggresively brushed out each singular knot that nested in my blonde hair. As I had finished doing so, I grabbed a hair tie which lay in a bundle with others on my set of chestnut dressing drawers.
I carefully and slowly slicked each side of my hair as even as I could into a mid head ponytail before using a styling comb to get rid of the bottom half. A some up and some down look, if you'd like. I wrapped it all up by tying my hair with the tie that I grabbed prior.
Perfect.
Turning around to face myself in the mirror, I brushed myself down with my hands to mask the wrinkles, making my way over to my bedside drawers which my phone lay upon, charging.
I placed my hand over my phone as my index finger hovered over the power button as I pressed it. The battery read 76%... not bad, not bad at all. In fact, it was practically perfect. After all, my phone was hardly ever charged. It was either always dead or always on the brink of death. Never in-between fully charged or hardly charged.
My hand then moved to the drawer handle, which I pulled open carefully, just in case I'd break the handle. My hand was now desperately fishing for my mascara and eyelash curler.
Doing my eyelashes was always a must in the morning - or during the day. I'd never feel "complete" without having them curled and coated in mascara. As bad as it sounds, I'd hardly ever feel confident without it if I'm being honest.
Aha, there it is. My hand grasped the mascara bottle and my eyelash curler as I let out a sigh of relief. I closed the bedside drawer with my knee as I made my way back over to the mirror, slightly leaning over as I carefully did my lashes. The last thing I wanted right now was for mascara to be smudged across my face, of course.
"Eres hermosa." I stated to myself full of pride in the mirror, a jawdropping face looking back at me. I had somehow been confident enough at the time to even throw myself a wink. Giving an affirmation of any kind towards myself nearly every morning that I could helped me a lot, surprisingly. I'm not sure how, but it always gave me a boost throughout the day on the same days that I had done so.
I stood upright upon finishing my affirmation and checked myself out from all angles possible for a minute or two, making sure that I was most definitely happy with how I'd turn up to my first day of work.
I'll not lie to you, I was extremely nervous. This was my first real job since completing my further years in school. As a real job, I'm no longer working for a place outside of any kind of business inside of the family tree.
Although, I must admit. I look good.
Looking good on the first day at work was definitely a bonus. I mean, you never know who you might see. Whether it be an old friend or someone who's generally gorgeous.
"Are you re-" Sofia peeked her head around the door that she had just opened as her jaw dropped, possibly even dislocating. "You look amazing!" She gushed, a large grin pulling at the corners of her lips.
My head, followed by my body, quickly turned towards the direction of her voice. "Thank you." I replied with a very slight curtsey, my own smile and dimples immediately becoming visible to the eye at her compliment.
She didn't reply after that, all she did was wink and tap on the door with her nail before her head disappeared behind yet again. I think she forgot what she'd planned to ask me. I'm assuming - since she forgot - it wasn't anything all that important anyways.
I then grabbed my phone off of the bedside drawers. Doing so before sitting myself down comfortably on the bed, scrolling through some of my overnight notifications.
I had a few new Instagram followers, interestingly enough. Although, I didn't know any of their faces from anywhere. Most of the followers were older men who didn't seem like it was for very... what's the word again? I believe it may be "friendly" reasons.
Sofia's head popped through the tiny gap in between the door and the doorframe yet again. "I just remembered what I was saying. It's time to go. The boss wants us there to give us training before opening time." She said with both of her eyebrows raised, her right hand opening the door fully. At least now I could see more than just her head.
"Mhm, I'll be out now." I nodded to which she nodded back with a smile, making her way into the living room. The moment she turned her back, I sat up within seconds, grabbing my black handbag as I stuffed things that I'd need for the day in there.
The sort of things that I'd need was: my phone, charger; house keys; vaseline, eyelash curler and mascara. Well, none of the above was all that "necessary" it was more of a want for each item. For example, it's not like I'd need my eyelash curler and mascara, considering they've already been done.
I put my handbag over my shoulder, looking around briefly to ensure that I wasn't forgetting anything important. Once I was satisfied, I left my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Only being able to wonder or ponder what kind of day lay ahead of me.
( A/N )
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