Remember Me | J.M.R.F

4

Taylor's P.O.V

The drive home seemed to take hours instead of minutes. I couldn't stop thinking about that man. Something about him seemed all too familiar, but what? Just the thought of him caused my stomach to churn. It was an encounter that lasted five minutes at the most, so why did I feel this way? I don't even know this man, so how could he possibly have caused this feeling?

As I got out of my car, something struck me. His eyes. I've seen his eyes before. The weird thing was, I've seen them in my dreams. The ones where I meet a stranger at a party. Was he the stranger? Are my dreams trying to tell me something? There were so many questions, all of them without answers. I need answers. There has to be a logical explanation for this. After all, there's a clarification for everything, right? 

Sighing, I open the door to my apartment. Willow was curled up in her bed, fast asleep. I walk over to her and kneel, scratching behind her ears. "There just aren't enough hours in the day.", I whisper. Willow was there through my ups and downs and proved to be a loyal companion. I love her like a daughter; she's pretty much my baby. Not that I don't want real kids, because I do. I adore children, having used to be a babysitter. 

When I was little, I imagined having the perfect family. I would have the most amazing husband and two daughters, maybe a son. I had everything planned out to the last detail. Now that I've grown, I've accepted that it was just a stupid fantasy. It's never going to happen, but a small part of my heart refuses to accept that. It still thinks that I'm going to find my Prince Charming and live Happily Ever After. 

The next morning was the same routine. Me dragging myself out of bed to go to work. I didn't put effort into my look, but I suppose I look decent enough. It wasn't like anything special was going to happen anyway. Willow hadn't woken up as yet, so I was able to avoid the guilt trip as I like to call it. I wasn't in a rush to go anywhere, since I got up earlier than usual. 

I was surprised when I got to the cafe, as Jasmine was already there. "Good morning Taylor!" Clearly, she was an early bird. "Hey Jasmine.", I mumble, tossing her the keys to the cash register. "Kathy's not here yet is she?", I ask, watching her fumble with the keys before shoving them in the lock. "No, you and I are early today.", she replies. Well duh. I sigh and began setting up all the machines. I noticed that we only had two muffins left, so I decided to make another batch or two. "Hey Jasmine, can you help me make some more muffins?", I ask. Jasmine nods, following me into the kitchen. 

We ended up having a food fight, totally trashing the kitchen. By the end of it, we were laughing our asses off, tears streaming down our faces. "We should probably clean this up.", Jasmine says. "Yeah, we should." We get to work doing that while the muffins bake. When we finish cleaning up, we take the muffins out of the oven just as Kathy walks in, tailed by Miranda and Paisley. 

They look shocked to see us. "Good morning girls, you're here early.", Kathy says. Jasmine and I nod, me putting the muffins in the display case. Miranda and Paisley thank us for making the muffins for them. After everything is in order, we open the cafe and wait. 

It was around eight o'clock when our first customers arrived. A gaggle of old ladies who wanted some tea and scones. They sat down quietly in the corner and began gossiping. I had gone into the kitchen to help Miranda find some ingredient she needed. Outside, Jasmine was talking to someone. 

Jonah's P.O.V

I just entered the cafe and saw that the girl was nowhere to be seen. I was still hopeful, though. I walked over to the register, "One black coffee, please. Medium." The girl took my order down, "You'll have to wait a bit, sir. Our barista is in the kitchen at the moment." I nod, stepping to the side. After about five minutes, the girl shook her head and turned away from the register. "Taylor! We have customers!" I watch as a girl walks out of the kitchen, a smile on her face. 

It wasn't just any girl, however. It was her. "Sorry Jasmine.", she says. So her name is Taylor. Her eyes trail over to me and she gasps. She pushes hair away from her eyes, her mouth slightly ajar. I smirk, "Hey love." The cashier looks between Taylor and me. "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend Tay.", she says. "I-I don't...", Taylor stammers. I grin, "You wish I was your boyfriend though." She blushes, "What was your order." I repeat my order for her, and she makes it perfectly. 

When she hands me the cup, I hold her hand. She looks at me, her eyes flickering with mischief. I lean in and kiss her cheek lightly, slipping a piece of paper into her hand. She raises an eyebrow in surprise as I pull away. "I hope to see you later." She furrows her eyebrows now and I sigh. "Read the note doll.", I say before walking away. I glance over my shoulder and see she was staring at me, her mouth agape. I smirk, loving the effect I have on her.