Love in the Spotlight

Ch.3: Astrid

Nothing.
No one.
Empty.
Boring.
Can I go home now?
Uhhh.

That is all of the things that had been going on inside my mind as I stand there, inside the empty cafe—waiting for someone to enter.

It's mostly a slow day since most people go on vacation this time of year. And since there is no one here I decided to work on my side project for a while, which is complete my song so I could start my career as a songwriter. But for some reason, I could not finish it. For like I know what I wanna say in the song but for some unknown reasons, I could not put it into words.

I graduated last year. And since then I have worked at my parents' cafe to make ends meet. Free coffee, flexible hours, and a great pay rate. What else do you want? I have been working on my songs since then but lately, I had a creativity block. Which for your information sucks as hell.

Some had said to listen to different kinds of music so you could get inspired which I find is bullshit. Yes, it's good and gives you a great perspective on what you wanna do but then you can't do anything cause you are afraid it will not turn great. No matter how much you try to make your subconscious understand that not everything will turn great on the first try and there is something called editing for that reason but my brain couldn't just get it. Stupid brain.

Sighing I made myself a drink, and set my laptop to work on a table near the cashier in case a customer walked in.

And once I sit in, I tell you now. That is when someone decides to walk in. Fuck them.

And fuck them I mean cause what just entered can't be a normal person. Cause once that bell rang I tell you a strong aroma that has the ability to make any girl weak in the knee and do some unspeakable things to the insides of them came to me slapping me in the face, followed by a 6'1 tall figure, silky dark brown hair that just wants to make you run your fingers through them. And a dazzling smile on his face. Yet the thing that got me the most was his green eyes that remind you of the calm forest and its beauty after a rainy day. Fuck he belongs in the magazines, not in some local cafe in Chicago.

Stupid brain snap out of it

As I moved back behind the desk that handsome dude reached the register. "Welcome sir how can I help you today?" I asked in my best costumer-service voice. "Uh hi. Can I have the chocolate cheesecake and caramel mocha?" He said I nodded and give him his total and he paid.

"Where do you wanna sit so I could bring you your order," I asked as I started to work on his drink order. "uh I think here is a good place," he answered pointing to the table in front of the table I have my things on.

oh, you gotta be kidding me.

"Sure go ahead and in less than two minutes your order will be out," I said as he started to get his things out of his bag. That is when I noticed his guitar. which was black but had a lot of stickers on it like how you would describe a personalized guitar, I would know my brother has a similar-looking guitar which I and our parents put stickers on from time to time, I even have a piano which my brother like to decorate with stickers. this guitar looks like it holds a lot of memories. precisely memories shared between a brother and a sister. I finished his order and brought it to him. "thank you. you don't mind I fi played on the guitar do you?" he asked looking at me through his glasses (which is another thing I had to forget to mention along with a lot of other unimportant things like his muscles and his dimples and his viny hands that looks so sexy right now wrapped around the guitar that should be illegal)

snapping out of my little daze I realized I was staring. what the fuck is going on. "yeah sure no problem." with that, I returned to my table. I looked at the blank page in front of me. what was I going to do? ahh yes, the song.

as I was going to start writing I heard a soft melody play. As I looked up I saw Henry- yes I got his name earlier- play on the guitar. it isn't like any melody I have ever heard. it's like he is trying to come up with a new song. which for some reason I had the lyrics to. I found myself writing for some reasons but..,

and the music stopped. I looked up and Henry had stopped playing. he has this look of frustration on his face. "that was beautiful which song is it?" I asked. "oh it's not a song I was trying to maybe get an idea for a song I wanna record." was his answer. at that moment an idea came to my head, what if this is my chance to bring my songs to the light? stupid yes but I was willing to take a chance, come on do it.

"Are you by any chance stuck on the lyrics?" I asked my voice sounding hopeful which is stupid considering I don't have even a full album ready. but the possibility...

"yes actually like I have the idea the notes I am just stuck on the lyrics," he said and my poor heart started to beat fastly. it's my chance, I could feel it, just try there is nothing to lose. "I could help you if you want," I said clearing my throat as he raised his eyebrow at me I continue with "I'm a songwriter I think I could help you with the lyrics". he looked at me doubting me for a second.

bitch do you think I'm bad. ohh you gonna regret it just wait till you hear from my axe. "sure why not." he said, oh it's your en- wait what. he agreed like that. I looked at him surprised honestly I thought he will refuse and leave. "great you could come back here at 6 o'clock after my shift and we could work on it together." I offered smiling happily. "great I do need to go through see you later." he said as he got a massage and start to pack his things. "great see you soon," I said as he walked out flashing me one of his dashing smiles. damn, I need a reality check soon.