Somewhere Here on Earth

10

My apartment in Miami was more than enough space for Terra and I. She was going to school at the elementary school I went to, and I had just gotten a job as a waitress at the diner not far from my place. Miami was a massive city, but I knew it like the back of my hand. I was trying to keep the pregnancy hidden as much as possible, and wore two shirts to hide the small belly that was forming. No one knew. I didn't even know if my email had been read, but I couldn't verbally tell Prince. I didn't even want to tell him because there was a chance I wouldn't be able to keep it.

Medical bills were adding up fast since I was going once a week to make sure I was doing okay, and the baby was doing okay. All I knew was that I had to keep my blood pressure down, and working at a diner wasn't doing it justice. I laid in bed this morning dreading to get out of it, and if it wasn't for Terra needing to go to school, I probably wouldn't have gone to work today. I was depressed. I was on my lunch break sitting outside looking at the beach remembering my time here when I was younger. When mami and Papi got along, when school was the only worry I had.

"Roze, you're needed at table seven. Some guy is pissed that his fries were over done or something. He's been giving us trouble since he got here. Complained about the coffee, complained about the fries, then said our bread is too stiff." I sighed. "Okay, I'll be there. Just give me a minute." She went inside and I closed my eyes to breathe before going inside and swiping my badge to clock back in. I followed the tables until I reached table seven and saw a guy reading a Prince magazine. Looking at him on the cover made me miss him even more. "What's wrong with the fries, sir?" One hand was stirring his coffee while the other one was holding this magazine he had his head buried in.

"They're greasy." He had a hell of an accent. A mix between deep southern and Canadian. "Would you like me to get you some better fries, sir?" He stopped stirring. "Hmm, maybe." He said. I squinted and just decided to take his plate to the hot plate where the cook was. "Okay, Jimmy please hold the grease on these fries." Jimmy looked at me like I was crazy. "Hold the grease on the-that makes no sense, but okay. Only for you Rozie." I smiled and decided to wait on other customers until the bell rung for me to grab the fries. I took them to table Seven and tried my best to avoid the cover of his magazine. "Here you are, sir." He was still stirring his tea and he stopped to pick up a fry and eat it behind his magazine. "Hmm. Could I get a chicken enchilada?" I squinted again. "We don't have chicken enchiladas on the menu, sir." He put the magazine down and I dropped my pen and notebook. "But you sure know how to make the best, don't you?"

I stood there staring at him and people suddenly realized that Prince was in the diner. He had a shirt with a sewn in hoodie that he was wearing on his head and his amber shades. "I..." he smirked and crossed his arms over his head. "This diner is about to shut down in about a minute, so you better get your things and let's get out of here." I turned and looked at my coworkers who knew exactly what was up and I shook my head laughing.

He was right on the diner closing and I clocked out for the day. "You know I have money to make right?" I asked him. "Yup." He replied. I got in his car which he was driving around Miami which was shocking to me. "Prince, why are you here? Don't you have a tour?" "I do, but not right now. I'm taking a break between each city to make new material." He leaned back and I saw how his biceps were through his long sleeve shirt. "How the hell are you not dying out here wearing these clothes? It's 102 degrees today." He shrugged. "I'm just doing my do." He said.