Caring Kiss

Chapter 10

It's Friday morning and all I can think about is
Bruno. Bruno. Bruno.

I think about him when I'm washing my hands, I think about him when I'm in the shower, I think about him while I'm eating.... It's like he's controlling my thoughts.

I can't  even focus on baking because he was all I thought about.

"Ooooo, someone's in a good mood today," says Oliver.
He's finally been coming to work on time.
My smile grew wider.
"Margaret gave Bruno my phone number, and the other day, he asked me out for a coffee date. Well it's not really a date, but in my mind it is. But anyways he asked me to meet him at the Wide awake cafe in the city and I'm super nervous because like what do I-
Oliver puts his hand over my mouth.
"First of all... Bruno? Really?? He's so self absorbed and greedy," he says before he walks off into the kitchen.
"What? He's not self absorbed or greedy, I say." Oliver takes the milk and creamer from the little gray fridge.
"And how would you know that? Plus, that's what he wants you to know silly. I've just heard a lot about him and where he came from. He used to get into fights.....he had assault charges once....."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"And the list just goes on."
"Well it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. We're just going out for coffee," I say as I turn the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Yep, uh huh. It's just coffee now until it actually turns into a date and you guys up all night texting each other or even worse, "doing" it," he says.
You're not even supposed to like him. Bruno is literally supposed to be the enemy."
Oliver takes a deep breath.
"Listen, I'm just trying to look out for you."
I take the bowls and mixing tools out.
"Listen, I have this under control," I say just before Margaret walks in.
"What are y'all doing? This place is packed, let's go!"
Me and Oliver both giggle and get to work.
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It's about noon and I go home to take a shower even though I I'm not dirty. I'm embarrassed to admit that I even shaved!

When I get out, I'm already sweating because I'm nervous.
I put on a pretty black mini skirt with leggings and a green button blouse with boots, the ones my mom bought for my birthday.

I debate on which fragrance I wanted to wear but  just went with my miss Dior because it's the strongest. My hair is a little curly since I did it last weekend for dinner at Oliver's.
I remembered my mother bought me an entire kit of makeup a while ago and I haven't used it, so I decide to dig through my cabinet under the sink and look for it.

By the time I walk to my car, Margaret texts me.
Margaret: Oliver told me you have a little coffee date with someone tonight....
Margaret: Who's the lucky guy?
Me: I know you set me up for this.
Margaret: I knowww, but aren't you happy that I gave him your number?
Me: Yes and no. He's super good looking, but Oliver was right, he's supposed to be the enemy you know.
Margaret: Oh who cares?? You guys both have love for baking and who knows what else.
Me: True.
Me: I have to go now.... I'll give you feedback when I get home!!
Margaret: Good luck bestie <3
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I touch up my hair and skirt as I'm walking to the cafe, trying to hide my smile, and then I run all the way back to my car, chuckling because I forgot my coat.
When I walk-in, there's a ton of people, sitting at the tables and out the bar. Freshly-roasted coffee and the sound of chattering and machinery fills the air.