Obsessed with you

Chapter 1

Layla knew what she had to do. She simply needed to add the almond milk in the coffee he asked for, but the ruthless man gave her so much struggle with his breakfast that she was nervous to do something wrong.

"Can't you go faster?! I'm already late because of you!"

"I'm sorry! There you go sir."

He took the cup so fast it made her jump for the third time since he was there. She hated this kind of customer, but she didn't have her word to say. Working in a café was a big challenge when she had these people. Always the ones with an expensive tuxedo and the new phone or watch. The rich people to make it simple.

"I'm too late to make you do another one! Be sure I'll never ask for you again!"

"Have a nice day!"

She gave him a fake smile. This guy ruined her day and it just started. Layla didn't understand people who needed that much caffeine after the lunch time except the ones who worked in the night. But like her grandma said; "You can't judge someone with what they take or do. You don't know what they've being through." So she never wanted to ask why to her regular customers.

Since she started working to the Starbucks, she always did the evening shift. She always liked to work around 6 o'clock. It was calm and she was able to think when she started the cleaning. People from schools were coming, yes, but they were the calmest customers.

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It was almost time to close when the door open to her favourite client. This man was like her father. He always asked how was the day and if she needed help to something. He helped her with her homework until she stopped the university to help her grandparents as long as she was able to do.

"You want the usual?"

"Not for tonight Lay'. I wanted to know how was your day?"

"Pretty rough to be honest. They gave me shit all day long."

She sighed at the same time remembering her day. They talked a bit about anything happened in both of their day and they left once the cleaning was done. She locked the café and looked around smiling. She loved walking in the Times Square in the night. It was wonderful to see. Living there was expensive so it was one of the reasons why she worked that much.

Layla said goodbye to Matthew and thanked him once he drove her home. "Grandma? You're still up?"

"I was waiting for you. You want me to reheat your supper?"

"Oh please grandma, go to sleep. I'll do it when I'll be showered."

"Are you sure? I can do it."

"Please." She almost begged to her grandmama.

She was so close to them and with the time, they became even closer. Layla hated when Mary stayed up late just for her when she always woke up around 5 in the morning.

She helped her grandmother to go to her room. She went to hers after to take her stuff and went in the bath for almost thirty minutes. She really needed to relax after the crazy day she had. "God, that was good..." she said to herself.

Her skin still all red, she put cream before she dressed herself with a purple satin shirt. She took a book and read the chapter 7 she started before she go to bed forgetting to eat... completely drawn by the adventure she just read.

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Layla woke up around 11. She dressed up and ate something quick before she went to work. She wished to never see the guy from yesterday, but life decided otherwise. He was in front of her with an evil smile. "I have a good new for you, isolent."

"I-I beg your pardon?"

He laughed bitterly. This was nothing good. This kind of guy could fire anyone in a second. Plus, with what happened the last time he came, it was almost impossible it wasn't for that reason he came back.

"You'll be fi-"

"I'm sorry, I don't think it's the right way to talk to a woman sir." Another customer said.

"I don't give a fuck of what you think young lady!"

"Sir please! You need to be courteous here." Layla said surprised by his reaction to the other person and by herself.

"Listen, you little brat, you'll be fired in any seconds so I suggest you take your things and leave immediately." She already knew he was about to say this.

She simply smiled at the old man and leave in the backstore. It wasn't not the first time it happened, but it wasn't something common. Her boss said to smile, head up and go away until the client isn't in the place anymore.

While she was waiting, she decided to helped her boss kids. It was Saturday and they had homework the day before. Ten minutes after, she was back to the counter more than happy.

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Layla worked few hours before the boss said she could leave. She hated to do it early, but when it was an order, she didn't say anything.

"Have a nice evening."

"You too Lay'."

Everyone was calling her Lay'. Only when she was in trouble they say her full name, but it only really happened when she lived with her parents. Having alcoholic parents wasn't the best thing when she was still a kid.

But thinking about it, she didn't regret it. She had wonderful grandparents, she was brillant and she almost graduated from the university. She knew she didn't need to go that far, but she loved learning new things.

Her grandparents were proud of her, but they were sad she didn't want to live her own life. She helped everyone and didn't take time for herself. Layla didn't have a boyfriend or many friends like everyone from her age, but she didn't mind. She only wanted what was good for them.

"Hey grandma, I'm back!"

"Oh, my little blossom is back earlier! What's the reason? Did you get hurt?"

"I finished early. Kendra said I could go."

"Okay! You can relax, the supper is tranquilly cooking."

"What did you make?" She asked them curiously as she sat down on the couch.

"Only vegetables, potatoes and sausage meatballs."

"Sounds delicious!" She wiggled on her seat.

Mary and Eric smiled to her childish reaction. She ate everything her grandparents made. She wasn't difficult with food and it helped them to cook whatever they wanted.

She finally stood up and went to her room to take her acoustic guitar. Singing... She loved that. Layla was talented, but at the same time, she was too shy to post videos of herself doing covers or singing her original songs. Her wildest dream was to become a famous singer.

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She was playing she same melody since a good hour before she had the idea to find a quote to inspired her to ain't something.

"Okay, let's try this." She started singing a melody at the same same her guitar was playing. "Cross your heart, won't tell no other and thought I can't recall your face. I still got love for you... I still got love for you..."

"That's so beautiful blossom."

"Oh thanks. It's a quote I found on Pinterest."

"I like it. Come downstairs, it's ready."

She nodded and she replaced her guitar at its place before they go eat. Like every night she was there, they talked about their day and which movie they should watch if they weren't tired... which was rare.

They finished their plate in silence and grandpa was too tired to watch something tonight. Layla went in the shower and she took her guitar to continue what she started earlier. Nothing came to her mind for the next two hours so she decided to sing one of her favourite songs: Wellerman from Nathan Evans. Once she finished, she brushed her teeth and went to sleep.

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