The Stranger on the Train

Chapter 48: Cooking with Flo

Pov y/n

Flo and I both fell asleep pretty quickly and when my alarm woke me up this morning, she slept through it.
I was happy about that because I would have felt bad if she woke up from it. Even though it is my apartment and technically she should adjust to me, I want her to be comfortable here.

I got ready quickly and silent and went to work, grabbing breakfast on the way.
Since Scarlett will prepare for Thanksgiving tomorrow, she won't come to the coffeeshop today, which honestly bumps me a little out because it always made me happy to see her there but I totally get it.

Jesse and I talk about our plans for tomorrow and he wiggles his eyebrows when I tell him that I'm gonna be at Scarlett's.
I swat his hand away with which he was playfully poking my shoulder, telling him that there is nothing to wiggle his eyebrows about. And I'm not just saying it.

Of course, I thought about sleeping with Scarlett on her birthday or Thanksgiving but apart from the fact that Rose is there, there are also Lizzie and Robbie and I really don't need any of them hearing us or worse, walking in on us. I won't lie, seeing Scar in that dress on her birthday did make me want to not care about all that but I still did. We will find our moment without worrying about being disturbed or scaring a child.

Thinking about it like that sounds like I am horny teenager, which I'm not, it's just a really nice feeling to be so close and intimate with her.

Around eleven, I get a selfie from Scarlett, Lizzie and Flo, holding up a turkey and laughing into the camera. I smile at the picture and send back a quick reply. They are really cute together and it makes me happy to see Scarlett with her friends.

Around half an hour later, I receive a picture from Flo, posing in front of a full shopping cart and pretending to look at the clock while Scarlett hands the groceries to the cashier.
I chuckle at that and tell Flo to help Scarlett instead of making silly pictures. In return I get a selfie where she sticks out her tongue at me. I laugh at her goofiness and put my phone away to concentrate back on work.

It's quite full but most of the people want their coffee to-go, so when no one is waiting in line, Jesse and I don't really have anything to do and start to play tic-tac-toe on a paper.
Before I go, I check with my boss that I have a free shift the day after Thanksgiving and she confirms it.

The aquarium is also fuller than usual, probably because a lot of parents want to take their kids on a 'Thanksgiving-trip' but since everything is closed on the actual day, they do it a day before.

I really love my job and I adore children, I really do but today they do go on my nerves because no matter how often I tell them to please not knock on the glass, they still do it. When I send their parents an annoyed glare, they finally seem to wake up from their gaze and tell their children to stop it. It does more than when I said it but they still knock.

In between tours, I take a short break in our staff room and smile when I see the pictures I got sent.
Flo sent me one of her and Rose in the park, both in warm clothes and with red cheeks.
Lizzie sent me one of Scarlett cooking. It looks like she doesn't even notice that Lizzie took a picture. It looks actually quite adorable and I add it to my favorites.

My mood lifts a bit as I text them back and I send Flo a picture of me smiling and holding up a thumb up. In return I get a picture Rose, standing on a rock that she seemed to have climbed by the proud look on her face. I add that picture to my favorites as well and drink a sip of water before returning to my work.

The second tour is better and I feel my spirit lifted by the cute pictures and luckily this time the children don't knock on the glass.
It still is exhausting because the group is bigger and I need to speak louder and repeat myself a few times. There are also more question I have to answer, so I don't really have a break between tours and when I am all done, my throat feels a little sore from all the loud speaking.