REISS

23. The Bomb

                   6 MONTHS LATER

Loviana POV

.... cream and a cappuccino."

Is that him? I was too busy glancing out of the window at a car parked opposite the coffee shop I work in, then to listen to her stupid order. Don't get me wrong, she was rude enough to say that she didn't like my dressing style and wanted someone sophisticated to serve her. I was wearing skinny black jeans with a light peach gypsy top. I ignored her rant about how I was not fit for this job and I was so ignorant to the customer. I was too busy focusing my eyes to vaguely make out whether the man in the car was looking at me or at the wall of the building opposite.

Atleast I'm more interesting to look at than a wall, right?

He looked just like him. That sharp jaw. I could only make out so much as he was far away. Far away. I think he was facing me. I think he is looking at me.

"Excuse me? Are you even listening?" She said tapping her acrylic nail impatiently on the table, glaring at me.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just give me a minute." I hurried to the door and pushed it open. My eyes frantically searching for the man in the car that was parked across the street, opposite the shop. But there was nothing there. No car. No man. Just a normal busy street. People nudged me with their shoulders as they passed by me. Some cursing me to move on. Move on? I didn't move on from him. He wasn't even mine to move on from in the first place. A sad smile graced my lips as I thought about him. Only if I was brave enough to give this a chance. Give him a chance.       

This wasn't the first time this happened. I had this hallucination of him almost all the time. Hallucination of his voice. His touch. His smell. His stare. I thought I was going crazy. But for some reason, it became more intense when I worked in this coffee shop. Especially after 6. It felt was if there were holes drilling into me and my back as if someone was watching me. But not the uncomfortable type, it just somehow felt like it was him.  

I think I'm going crazy. I thought to myself as I ran my hand through my hair. I pushed the door to the cafe open and found the lady who I was taking the order minutes ago complaining to my manager. Shit. I messed up again. This is like the fifth time this week and it's only Wednesday. From the way my manager glared at me with her hands curled into fists gave away that she was going to fire me today.

I sighed walking to them as that lady smirked at me. "Loviana, you need to pull your shit together. I keep getting complaints about you almost everyday."

I hang my head down not meeting her gaze as I nod at her. "I know. I'm sorry. This won't happen again." I mumbled. Then she told me something that I knew would happen someday. "There won't be a next time. I can't keep encouraging this behaviour towards customers. I'm sorry, Loviana." I looked over at her and nodded my head in understanding as I slipped off my apron and placed it on the table nearby and walked away. Instead of feeling sad, I felt liberated. Like somehow if I don't work there. I can put more time into finding if that man is him or not.

Why is everything about him?

What is wrong with me?

Ever since I felt without a goodbye to him the next day after that incident, he's been on my mind persistently. I almost feel sorry for not bidding him goodbye. But it wasn't like we were close enough for that. Yes. We kissed. We humped like horny teenagers. He fingered me in an alley but... were we something? If we were, why was I the only person thinking about him? Being affected by him? He hasn't shown up all these 6 months.

Aww. You miss him.

I shut the voice in my head. It sometimes speaks things which don't make sense.
Pfft. I don't miss him.