"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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The warmth welcomed him inside and he closed the door so it wouldn't escape. A small smile spread across his lips when he saw the waitress cleaning a mess of broken mugs and spilled drinks. Her dark hair was up in a loose ponytail, but some wild strands kept falling in her eyes and blocking her view.
"Do you need help?" he asked, already on his knees.
Lúcia looked up, startled. "Oh, Miguel... Hi! I-um... I'm okay, you can go sit somewhere and I'll be there in a second."
Distracted with him, she grabbed one piece by the edge and cut her finger. She didn't even feel it until he took the now bloody fragments in his own hands and threw them in the rubbish before helping her up.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I..." she stared at her hands, barely bleeding at all.
"Why are you apologising?" he asked, taking her to the sink in the kitchen, ignoring the fact that he, a client, was not supposed to be back there.
"I should get your order, not hurt myself."
He chuckled, pushing her hand down into the cold water running out of the tap. She flinched but didn't move.
"I didn't even order yet."
"Oh," she exclaimed, but didn't say another word. She was a bit confused by the orders. The cafe was crowded, and she was alone since Oliver had to leave earlier, even if it was his first day back, and Jenny hadn't arrived yet. She had to write everything down or else she would forget so many people upstairs and downstairs.
She cleaned her hand and put a band-aid over the wound from a small first aid kit under the sink once Miguel stepped away, leaning against the counter. He was staring at her, checking if she needed help, but not wanting to suffocate the already embarrassed girl.
Lúcia shooed him from the kitchen, just in time to see Jenny walk inside. However, just as they saw Jenny, she saw them coming out of the kitchen and stopped before entering the back rooms, staring at them with eyes wide open.
"What were you doing back there with him?" she demanded, clenching her fists. "Lúcia, please tell me this is not what it looks like and you were just trying to smash his head in the oven's door?"
The girl laughed. She thought Jenny was overreacting, but perhaps she really should. Lúcia only knew him as a friend of Nicole's who stopped by The Bookmark once in a while. She failed to notice who Jenny saw him as.
"I cut my finger. He was just helping me," she explained, taking her notepad out of the apron's pocket and checking the tables she still had to go to. Turning back to Miguel, she pointed him at a free table, but he dismissed her.
"No, I don't think I will stay. Just give me coffee and I'll be on my way." He glared at Jenny, sending all his hatred toward her. She didn't budge, feeling the same as him, but worse.
