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Chapter 3

a/n: trusting you guys to know blame google translator if any of the translations are wrong 😬👍🏽🙆🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

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CHAPTER 3
NOT TO BE LATE

LUISA WAS ALL SORTS OF DISARRAY when she woke up the following morning, and rightfully so. She couldn't remember when she had actually fallen asleep—last she recalled she was still folding clothes. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes, and blinking to try and rid at least some of the sleepiness that threatened to pull her under once again.

Once she had somewhat come to her senses, the first thing she noticed was, she was not in her bed. She looked around her confused, and sighed wearily once she was realised where she was.

"For fuck's sake," she muttered to herself.

It turned out Luisa had underestimated her tiredness. She had fallen sleep in her closet, amidst all her clothes lying around her. She assumed she must have dozed off as she was folding them, and it had all been a big bundle of wasted effort, her staying up the night before to put away the mess she had made.

In her exhaustion, she must have rolled around in her sleep. Her closet very much resembled that of a pigsty—messy and unruly. Luisa's hand itched to clean it up right there and then and she would have if her phone alarm hadn't rung right then, reminding her that she had to get to work.

It was almost physically impossible for her to leave her closet in that state. She compromised with herself and settled with collecting all her clothes and leaving them in one heap in one corner of the closet. At least it looked somewhat neater than before and she could breathe a little easily. Before she was overcome with a need to fold all the clothes, she quickly stepped out and closed the door to her closet. She knew the mess was going to nag at her all day throughout until she came back and put it away neatly but she knew she had no choice other than to put up with it.

"I hate myself," she sighed aloud—all this could've been very much easily avoided if only Luisa had gone to bed upon returning instead of acting on her sudden transformational impulse.

Knowing there was no use grudging over her own actions, she shook her head to herself, rubbing her hands down her face. She really, really hoped the worst aspect of her day had come to pass.

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Luisa couldn't have been any more mistaken, she learnt rather quickly.

Another thing she had yet to learn was to not act on impulse. It almost always never led her anywhere good.

Luisa had some time to kill before she had to go to work, since she had left her apartment lest she found herself in front of her closet trying to organise the mess she'd created. Luisa should have just gone to her office early, but she spotted Nuevalos Café and it was a struggle to not go in, especially when she knew she had extra time in her hands.

Luisa was not a social person, and there weren't many places that she would go to willingly. Nuevalos Café was not among those places. For some reason, the moment she had first stepped into that café, it had just felt like home to her (more than how her apartment felt to her). The ambiance of the place, the aroma of coffee and all the baked goods, the weirdly comforting chatter around her from some of the customers, and the place never being too crowded despite it being in the middle of the city—it all just immediately drew Luisa in.