𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈.

Two weeks by, and I never heard from Hobie again.

It's been two weeks of waiting by the phone, two weeks of late night shifts at the diner and working overtime with Deja and June to get designs out for Karl. There were minor setbacks that caused us to have a small break, but that didn't stop Deja from having us pull all sorts of overnights to get every fabric, every seam, every embroidery right for our presentation. My mind should've stayed on the topic at hand, but I couldn't help but wonder if I made the wrong decision getting too comfortable with Hobie. After all, he was a well known singer and in a popular band that traveled frequently from what I was told. Talking to him was a sweet deal; his humor, he would often send photos of him about to go and perform, he'd ask when we would send over the designs after I slipped up what we were doing and I said he would just have to wait and see.

The only thing that held me back from becoming attached was the tabloids and how inconsistent he was.

To start off, recently the tabloids have been stating how Hobie hasn't been performing or even showed up to the concerts. They say he rarely does this and for old fans, this is nothing new; but we are in a new era and the newer fans are a lot more brutal. When he does show up, he is always checking this random watch on his wrist during performances and causes the show to be halted. It only happened briefly, but the tabloids went crazy. On another note, he became super inconsistent with texting me back while his little funk was happening. I can't imagine having such a big responsibility on my back trying to please the world, but he seems to not care much about it. The texting came to a standstill and I refused to double-text him, I wasn't that desperate. Even if my mind was wondering with thoughts of maybe he got a girlfriend behind closed doors and he is a cheater, or if I got too boring.

Either way I don't think I could go another day without feeling like I got my hopes up and was lucky the crush didn't get too big.

I told Ti and Sydni about the situation, and they were shocked by how quick I was to give up on the idea of talking to Hobie. I told them how I wasn't going to keep chasing after someone who briefly texted a short answer and went AWOL after I asked where he ran to.

I had an early shift at the diner today, so it was about a quarter to six when I was rushing down the steps of the apartment and out the door with my apron wrapped around my waist and my little bag around my back. It was supposed to rain today, again, and I was opening the diner by myself after Maggie said I was more than capable of doing a task all on my own. I dropped by the diner last night to pick up the set of keys to unlock and open it. Opening at six on the weekends wasn't busy for us, but Sundays we open at seven thirty on the dot. The first hour consisted of me setting up the tables and placing out the menus around the front of house, filling the sweet teas and emptying out ketchup bottles from last night. I had another hour until my partner came in at seven. A sweet young girl who is a junior in highschool, and also Maggie's little sister. Beth and I got along well, she started two weeks ago and we automatically hit it off when I heard her singing "Love and Happiness" in the break room. I already punched in and turned on the mini radio behind the counter, high on a shelf. The first song that comes on is by Spider-Band, ironic, but the song is actually catchy and I find the house to pass by a lot faster than normal.