Forever Yours

.4

"Thanks , Mrs Bagshot!"

Emma raised the cup of coffee up in the air in a cheers manner. Mrs Bagshot couldn't help but smile back at her.

She had to accept. .Emma was growing on her. Her smile, the innocent brown eyes—the way she added Mrs Bagshot at the end of each sentence. .

Emma sipped on the coffee hoping it would calm down her jittering nerves. Anxiety seemed to be the mood board of today. She felt queasy when she thought about what exactly is going to happen the next hour?

Would she nail the job?

Would they hire her?

Why would they hire her?

"You'll get early frown lines if you kept that face on." Mrs Bagshot commented as she dusted off the tables with a rough cloth.

Emma nodded obediently, fixing her face.

"Mrs Bagshot, have you ever felt like. .," Emma looked around for a word ," like you won't make it?"

Mrs Bagshot moved to another table, nodding gravely.

"Why yes. Marriage."

"I loved the man and then. . I got sick of him." She shrugged her dainty shoulders.

Emma's eyes moved wherever she was moving.

"Oh. . .you drifted apart. ." Emma sounded disappointed.

She waved her hand in dismissal.

"No, silly girl. I meant someday I loved him. Someday I got sick of his bony ass." She rolled her eyes. " He would hog all the blanket and it would drive me nuts."

A slow smile spread on Emma's full lips. She felt . .happy to know the woman in front of her had lead a full filling life.

"Say, don't you have somewhere to be at?" She asked wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

As if a light bulb went off on Emma's face, she blinked and the next second got up. Downing the coffee in one go!

"Careful."

Quickly, Emma moved towards her and gave her a quick hug.

"Thank you for the coffee. For everything!" Emma sounded breathless for some reason as she backed off.

Mrs Bagshot cracked a smile.

"May luck be ever in your favor. "

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She didn't have to look around much.

The second she uttered Santos ,the cab driver nodded and immediately she dived in the car.

It was already 11 PM.

As the cab slipped on to the main road , Emma tried not to fear the unknown. It was her golden ticket. She had to give it her best shot!

She was dressed up in her best attire. A purple top over skinny jeans. Simple. Basic. Minimalistic.

Because she had to be a caretaker / cleaner. Not attend a fashion show. She was dressed accordingly. .atleast that's what she hoped for.

"What ya doin' at Santos?"

Emma sighed softly. .the sceneries outside passing in blur.

To survive.

" Job interview."

She kept her answer to the point. Not giving any extra information.

His head bobbed up and and down.