The Felinites

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Abby’s POV

         The human girl named Abby is sitting across from the man as they converse over their business deal.  “Here is your computer,” the female creature says as she slides a bag across to him. “It took a while but I managed to recover all the memory and get rid of the virus.”

          “Ah, thank you. And I am sorry that I could not meet you during your office hours at your and your father's work,” the man apologizes. “I just tend to stay so busy.” He hands her a wad of green paper.

          “It is fine,” the girl answers. Then they are approached by another woman. The newcomer has strange yellow eyes and black hair with white streaks.

         “Hello, I will be your server tonight. May I take your drink order?” the woman asks.

         “Sweet tea,” Abby tells her, never looking away from the man across from her.

         “I am not ordering,” the man says.

         “Ok. Are you ready to order?” the server asks Abby.

         “Not quite,” the girl answers and the server scampers away, leaving them alone in the mostly empty café. “Are you sure you do not want to order anything, Mr. Franklin?” Abby turns to the man.

         “I am sure. I have to keep this meeting short,” Mr. Franklin tells her.

         “Oh, well, I suppose that is all then. If it tears up again just let me know,” Abby tells him.

         “I will and thank you once again for your help even though it was nothing but an inconvenience to you,” he tells Abby.

         “It wasn’t that much trouble,” Abby dismisses his worries.

         “Good evening,” Mr. Franklin says, concluding the meeting as he stands to leave.

         Abby just nods in response. Looking out the window, she watches the huge machines race by on the street outside. Time seems to stretch forever as Abby sits alone. Eventually, the server walks toward her with a tray of food. When Abby realizes that the other woman is coming in her direction, she frowns in confusion.

         “I have not ordered,” Abby protests even though the server is not at her table yet.

         “What? You didn’t? Are you sure?” the server questions. Then, when she reaches Abby she slips, falling forward, and everything on the tray falls all over Abby. The contents of the tray splash in Abby’s hair, lands in her lap, and some even ends up on her face. Abby sucks in a breath of surprise and leaps up from her seat at the table.

         “Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry. I am so clumsy. This is my first day working in a restaurant and I have done so awful all day. I just know that I am going to be fired. I can’t lose another job. This is the fourth one I have gotten this month. I am really sorry,” the server babbles as she shoves towels in Abby’s hands and rubs at her clothes, trying to clean up the mess.

         “It’s ok. Everyone makes mistakes,” Abby reassures her as she moves away from the frantic woman. “Please stop that though. You are just making the stains worse.”

         “Sorry,” the other woman replies in the middle of a pat, dropping the napkins to the floor.

         “I have decided that I am not all that hungry, though,” the Abby in the dream says as she scoops up her purse. The dream begins to fade as the Abby runs out of the restaurant.