"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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"He laughed."
Nicole stared at her from behind the counter, leaning against the wall. Her hair was pulled back in two neat braids, yet some loose strands fell on her eyes, and she had to keep pushing them away. The uniform she wore was wrinkled because of a quick nap on the upstairs sofa during the dead time of the shift.
"Laughed?"
"Yes!" Jenny nodded, pacing from side to side. Neither of them was worried about the seven customers in each corner of the café. "I apologised for believing in Juliana so blindly and he thought I was joking. He told me to leave him alone."
"Then leave him alone."
Jenny couldn't do that. She knew Ana's lie didn't prove he wasn't the man she despised, but there had to be a reason for Nicole to like him. For Lúcia to be falling for him. And he had once been a friend. She wondered what would have happened if their relationship hadn't been destroyed.
"Why do you care?" Nicole asked, seeing her distraught face. "I thought your hatred was deeper than Ana's story."
Jenny sighed, staring at her fingers, tracing each black line with her eyes. "I hate liars. You know I do. I think I'm just upset because I know if it weren't for Juliana I would have never cared about his behaviour."
The blonde shrugged. She didn't really care if they made up or not. "I can talk to him. Although, I'm not sure what you want me to say."
Her friend didn't know either. She didn't know what to think of Miguel anymore.
"You know what? Don't tell him anything. I'm overthinking for no reason," she brushed it off. "I was feeling bad for being wrong for so long, but I already apologised. The problem is solved."
Nicole blinked, surprised at her change of heart, but didn't dwell on it. Miguel's business was Miguel's business, and she didn't need to get involved unless he brought it up. She was going to his place that night to watch a film, so maybe he would talk about it.
"If you say so."
Jenny nodded and went to check on the customers before the conversation could continue. Nicole walked upstairs to see how the rest of the clients were doing. There were two young girls reading in a corner, enjoying their drinks in silence, and comparing notes from time to time.
It was raining outside. The dark clouds in the grey sky could no longer handle the pressure and thick drops started falling, soaking the street, glueing to the windows in a slow race to the bottom. A sea of black umbrellas rose, moving in the street, some barging in the shop, some still outside.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.
One girl, a strawberry blonde in a white dress despite the chill of early December, sat up almost as she heard Nicole's words. "Yes! Can you bring us more drinks, please?"
