Chapter 5.0

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Around the corner from the campus was a small café called ‘Fairytale Fantasies’. Inside, the tables and chairs were very mystical, the walls had paintings of Snow White taking a bite of a poisonous apple, Cinderella glaring at the grandfather clock pointing at eleven fifty-five, seven little men popping their heads out at the bottom of the wall, and a princess lying on a bed in an everlasting sleep.

Ansel lead me by the hand to the furthest table. The waitress was quick to approach us asking what we wanted to order. She was dressed the way any waitress should be; a blue apron and a white shirt with black suit trousers and black shiny shoes. She had dip-dye hair, in the colours dark red and the black so dark that it looks almost blue, tied in a messy bun “Whatever she has.” Ansel said, motioning towards me. “Uh… just water please.”

“Amber.” He raised an eyebrow at my order. “Fine a cappuccino and… uh, a chocolate chip muffin please.” The waitress, who I presumed to be called Jackie as her nametag implied, quickly wrote down our orders in her A6 notebook. “Two cappuccinos and two chocolate chip muffins coming up.” As soon as she left Ansel started his interrogation, “a simple glass of water isn’t going to fill you up or keep you fit... physically.”

“I just ate lunch! You saw me, you were there!” I said in my defence. Ansel thought about it for a few seconds then said, “Okay, granted.”

“Look, Ansel… I… We’re missing class for what? For you to tell me what? I don’t understand; I’m so confused.” I held my head in my hands. Ansel reached towards my left hand and pulled it towards his face planting a soft kiss on knuckles. “I love you Amber Rose Boulé and no matter what you say, what you do or how you feel, it’s never going to change. And I know that we both decided that us separating was for the best but I will never stop regretting agreeing with that. All I ask for is for you to give me a second chance and to allow me to show you how much I love you.” If that was not a love soliloquy, I don’t know what is.

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