"There's only so many times I can put my heart back together"
"Why are you so sure I'll break it again?"
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Andrew had a perfect life. Or so others would think.
Living under his father's control was a nightmare. Having his dreams ignored and bei...
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One of Miguel's favourite things in the world was the breakfast menu on The Bookmark. No other cafe had such delicious pancakes and such wonderful company. Even the coffee Nicole poured into his blue mug was better than most. At least in his opinion.
"Why are you here?" Nicole asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
She was blocking the view to the rest of the place, forcing him to lean over the table to scan behind her. He had purposefully chosen the table upstairs, just by the banister, so he could observe all motion under and beside him. From his favourite spot, not even the large bookshelves covered anyone, and only the counter was a mystery to him.
"What do you mean?" He played dumb. "Can't I come visit? Speaking of which, why are you here?"
"I work here, dumbass."
He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair so she wouldn't suspect of his activity. Hiding things from Nicole wasn't easy, and he was sure she already knew his motive, but needed a confirmation.
"Not this shift, idiot." He said. "Don't tell me Oliver is still sick."
"Yes, he is. And my bank account just added a few digits."
It wasn't odd for Nicole to help someone else out, but since Oliver had got a fever, her boss assigned all his work to her. For the first time, she was getting paid for the extra time at the cafe.
"That's great for you. Shouldn't you go back to work, though?"
His smile was so fake even the most trusting child would have seen through it.
"Yeah, but first I want to know what are you doing here. And don't tell me you like being here because last time I check you despise it."
"What? Who told you that?"
The bell on the glass double doors rang, and they both looked downstairs. A brunette in thick-rimmed glasses walked in with a tote bag on her arm.
"Because she is here and you hate each other." Nicole explained, referring to Jenny, who had just arrived for her shift.
"We do not, we... She hates me, I don't hate her."
A poor excuse, and he knew it wouldn't stick. Still, it was worth trying.
Jenny didn't even see them, walking straight to the back room to change into her work attire, the same Nicole wore. It was Nicole's cue to leave and go to campus, but she wasn't done with Miguel yet.
"No, you hate her just as much. Now, are you going to tell me or should I just guess?"
At that precise moment, a black-haired waitress stepped into view on the lower floor to serve the table by the door with the breakfast menu. Miguel focused on her, on her red painted smile and rosy cheeks. As fast as she appeared, she was gone again.
