𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

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I look down at my cat Igor, who's staring up at me as if to hypnotize me into feeding him again. He sits down and tilts his head a bit.

"I already fed you." I deadpan. He lets out a small meow.

"We go through this every single day, Igor. I fed you twice last Tuesday because I forgot, and now you think I'll do it every day. Newsflash, I won't." I look into the orange cat's begging green eyes.

"Listen, I'll give you a treat, just one. But don't ask me again." I lean down with a small piece of chicken and hold it in front of him.

He sniffs it before snatching it from my fingers. "Like mother like son," I sigh.

When he's done with the piece and looks up to see if I have more, I scoop him up and hold him to my shoulder. I got him at a fair when I was twelve and he's been my best friend ever since. I had to get on my knees and beg my parents to let me get him and I don't regret one second of it.

Speaking of friends, I only have two human ones. The first is Ashlyn. Me and Ashlyn have known each other since first grade. Her and I were very close back then; she would hang out with two other divas-in-the-making while I would hang out with the weird kids. Although I always had a feeling that she didn't want to be a part of the dashing trio of the divas anymore.

Anyway, in seventh grade, we finally properly hung out together and got to know each other, and since then we've been best friends. We go out on Saturday nights, hang out on Sunday and text each other every day. Unfortunately we live in different States, so it's hard to make time during the week to hang out when we both have jobs. That's why we only get to hang out on Saturdays and Sundays. She's very beautiful, to be honest. She has the most gorgeous blue eyes and her blonde hair is always super smooth and silky. She turns down at least twenty guys every time we go out, she says she's waiting for the right one and I totally understand her.

A few random facts about her are that she can't stand the color yellow, she has an ick for the sound of people chewing and she prefers Mustard to Barbecue sauce. I love her endlessly and I wouldn't trade her for anyone else, although preferring Mustard to Barbecue Sauce should be illegal.

My second friend is my boss, Mrs. Julie. She's a short elderly woman, she has brownish hair and small eyes hidden beneath glasses too big for her face. She always smells like peppermints. She's extremely nice to everything and everyone, the type of person that would choose to catch and free a spider instead of killing it with a slipper.

She has 23 grandchildren and all of them are wild and under the age of 10. She owns the Cafe I work at, which primarily serves milkshakes, coffees or iced coffees, and small snacks like bagels, muffins and ice cream, of course.

Speaking of work, I have to be there in twenty minutes. I gently put Igor back onto the floor and run to my room. I get my white shirt and black jeans out and slip into them. I undo my hair from my go-to low bun and run my fingers through it before grabbing my phone and rushing out of the house.

I prefer walking to driving because I find that gas is extremely expensive and walking doesn't pollute. I take my time going to work, listening to Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic and The Neighborhood. I also really like most of the songs from Muse and The Dead Poet Society.

How many tapioca balls could I fit in my mouth?

I probably shouldn't try...I'd end up choking and having to go to the ER.

I make it to the Cafe with a few minutes to spare, so in the meantime I change into my black apron and scroll through my instagram feed.

I follow a bunch of fitness influencers in hopes that I will wake up inspired to work out one day, but let's be real, that's never going to happen. I'm not very active on social media partly because I don't really care about the Internet gossip, I have a life to live. Sort of.

To be honest, I would hate to be an influencer or have followers that depend on my daily content. It'd be so much weight on my shoulders. I feel like you have to have a certain character to be able to balance something like that. I'm sure it has its positive aspects, but i still couldn't do it.

When the clock strikes noon, I walk behind the desk, taking the place of the girl that was there before me, Tammy. I don't think she likes me, I don't know why or what I did to her but I'm sure that if she could get rid of me, she'd do it without a second thought. I roll my eyes when she looks at me and doesn't even say hi.

Her loss, I'm awesome.

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Hello againnn, this chapter was kind of rushed but shhhh🏌️‍♀️
Either way, I hope you liked it!!
Since I have covid all of the tests I'm missing are piling into the same day. Lovely🧍‍♀️
Ily bye <3
-S