3 Years Later
The combination of sweet and salty, is something I crave for every day. There are different foods that create this combo, such as:
Chocolate ice cream, and ketchup chips.
French fries and spaghetti sauce.
Potatoes and sweet sauce.
Turtles chocolate and Reese's peanut butter cups.
There are so many more, but my favourite is, popcorn and chocolate.
I walk to the microwave, where my popcorn just finished, bringing along a bowl, and chocolate. I pour the popcorn into the bowl, split the chocolate apart, and scatter the pieces.
This is routine for me.
My apartment isn't too small, but it's comfortable. The kitchen has a tv, and some comfy chairs, so it doubles as a den for me. I like it, whenever I'm watching tv and crave a snack, bam! I'm already in the kitchen.
Just as I'm about to sit down, there's a knock on my door.
"Annie!" I yell, as I rush to open the door. Only it's not her.
"Sandra?!" The shock settles in. I haven't seen her in years. She smiles and walks inside.
"Alena, long time no see. I've missed you. Do you want to go for coffee? Maybe we could catch up?" I nod, grabbing my red leather jacket. She smiles, one of those sweet dazzling smiles that only she can pull off.
The elevator opens and we step inside.
"So, what brings you back here, to this middle-sized city that isn't as popular as Toronto?" I ask with a laugh. Sandra has always been a city girl, she left for Toronto almost as soon as we graduated from high school.
"I came back for a guy, silly isn't it? Remember that day at Starbucks? When there were no empty tables, and we met that cute guy?" Oh no, I can see where this is going. Instantly, my guard goes up.
I nod my head, signalling that I remember.
"I had an urge to come back and look for him. I was wondering, will you help me?" The elevator chimes, letting us know that we are on the ground floor. Thank goodness for that interruption.
"Look, Sandra... it's been over 3 years. We don't know if he's a local here, or if he was just visiting." Liar, you know that he lives in this city. "Even if he was a local, he could've moved. I don't think this is a good idea."
Sandra takes a deep breath. She's angry. Yanking my arm, she decides to pull me to where she met Terence.
Where I met him.
-_-_-
The Starbucks hasn't changed much. Sandra forces me down at a table. Giving me a glare, she starts to speak.
"I know that you know something. That's why I came to you, after all. Where is he?" She looks through her purse, purposefully flashing me a knife. She's threatening me.
"I don't know where he is. But it's not like you'll believe me." It's not a total lie this time. Oh Sandra, what happened to you? She pulls out a compact mirror, and a dark shade of lipstick. Almost the colour of blood, but darker.
"Hold this." She places the mirror in front of me. I shake my head. I'm not her best friend, and I'm certainly no employee of hers.
"Fine, then I'll have to go to the washroom. Why don't you go and order us some drinks?" Her smile is fake. She walks away.
Well, this is my chance to leave. I make my way through the line of customers, to the door. I look back to where the washrooms are, just to make sure that Sandra hasn't seen me.
That's when it happened.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise!" A guy says from beside me.
Coffee drowns my jacket, my jeans, and my white tank top. What once was a cute outfit, now is a mess. I turn around to look at my next victim.
Terence Kynaston, you've done it again.
The End
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