"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 sun burned bright in the sky, making her short golden hair glow. The city buildings rose high on her sunglasses' reflection, hiding her steel-blue eyes. Some people would pass by and greet her as if they were old friends, asking about the cafe and her studies. She always answered with the same sweet smile and positive words. They would go on with their lives and she would resume her walk through the white stoned pavement.
Only when she reached an old building with large windows did she stop, entering as if she owned the place. Her sunglasses rested on top of her head, and she absorbed her surroundings as the door closed behind her. Every single detail of the large place, from the worn out carpet to the tall bookshelves.
Her eyes landed on the dark-haired man whose gaze found the door once he heard the bell ring. She offered him a bright smile with her head tilted to the side, peeking at the mess of papers that was the table where his arm rested.
"Hi," she greeted, wondering why would he be staring.
"Hey," he said with a small wave. "You must be Rita."
Realising he wasn't gawking without a reason, she walked to his table and sat in front of him. Now, she was the one curious. No matter how much she tried to think, that man did not fit any of the descriptions she had heard before.
"And you are?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Andrew," he told her. "I'm a... friend of your sister."
Rita noticed the hesitation behind the word "friend" and smirked. She leaned against the chair, glancing at the almost empty store. Someone should've taken her order already, and yet no sight of a waiter.
"Isn't this her shift?"
Andrew glanced at the kitchen door, hearing the faint sound of the blender. The girl was still watching him, curious about why had she never heard his name before. Either he wasn't important or Nicole was hiding something, and it wasn't the latter for sure. They hid nothing from each other. One sister's secrets were the other two's secrets.
"She's in the back, making Gio a drink." The boy's dark eyes met hers again, a deep shade of forest green. Her own widened a little at another unknown name and she tried to figure out which of the clients sitting there would be the receiver. It wasn't the group of girls in a faraway table, nor the child colouring a book by the counter. Maybe he was the boy upstairs with a fiery red head and a paper in hand or the blond with blue glasses, focused on his studying.
"Is she alone?"
He nodded. "The girl who does this shift with her is sick."
The door to the kitchen creaked open and Nicole came out with a milkshake in hand and two plates with toast and muffins in her shaky arms. She distributed orders between clients, swirling from a table to the next. The blond boy, who Rita assumed to be Gio, was the only one with who she stopped to exchange few words.
