My Mister

Chapter 7

The dream's enchanting world began to dissolve as sunlight streamed through Mia's window, gently coaxing her back to reality. She opened her eyes slowly, the remnants of the dream still lingering in her mind like a delicate wisp of memory. As she glanced at the clock, the realization set in—it was almost noon.

Sitting up on her bed, Mia found herself lost in contemplation, her finger tracing the outline of her lips where the dream's kiss still resonated. The vividness of the dream lingered, leaving her with a sense of both wonder and disquiet. As she pondered the surreal connection forged in the dream, her phone chimed with urgency.

Startled, Mia reached for her phone to find a barrage of missed calls and texts from Amanda. Concern furrowed her brow as she quickly dialed Amanda's number. Before the call connected, her front door, previously locked, swung open, revealing Amanda standing in the doorway.

Amanda's eyes widened in surprise, and relief washed over her face. "Mia! Finally! I've been trying to reach you for hours!" she exclaimed.

Mia, still processing the abrupt shift from dream to reality, looked at Amanda with a mix of confusion and concern. "What happened? Why are you here?"

Amanda rushed into the room, her words tumbling out in haste. "I'm hungry. Let's go out for brunch."

As Mia got up from her bed, she chose a simple yet stylish outfit for their brunch outing – a plain white V-neck paired with black jeans. Amanda, ready to tackle the day's adventures, drove them to Francis, a popular brunch spot known for its delectable breakfast options and irresistible mimosas.

Upon arrival, they found the restaurant bustling with eager patrons, a testament to the establishment's reputation. The prospect of a delightful brunch experience at Francis, with its mouthwatering menu and renowned mimosas, made the wait seem worthwhile.

As they waited for their turn, Amanda filled Mia in on the morning's developments – Noah's persistent texts. Amanda admitted that while Noah was cute, she wasn't quite enamored enough to consider dating him. The two friends shared a laugh, their camaraderie evident in their easy conversation.

Their wait finally came to an end as their names were called. Mia and Amanda eagerly made their way to the table, anticipating the culinary delights that awaited them. As they settled into their seats, the chatter continued, creating a space for friendship and confidence to blossom amidst the clinking of glasses and the delightful aromas of Francis' exquisite brunch offerings.

Over brunch, Mia and Amanda delved into the intricacies of their respective romantic entanglements. The restaurant's vibrant atmosphere provided a backdrop for their candid discussions about boy troubles, weaving moments of laughter and shared experiences.

As the brunch progressed, the vibrant atmosphere at Francis was accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations. Amanda, perhaps caught in the spirit of the day, indulged in more than six mimosas, her carefree demeanor unfolding with each sip. Meanwhile, Mia, more conservative in her choices, contented herself with just one mimosa.

Despite Mia's attempts to encourage moderation, Amanda continued to enjoy the lively libations. The conversation took a turn towards Amanda's personal life, and with the influence of the mimosas, she began to share candidly about her relationship with Harley, her baby daddy.

Amanda expressed her frustration with Harley's constant nagging about her social life and perceived lack of time for their son, Ethan. Animated by the liquid courage of the mimosas, Amanda argued that she had been there for Ethan from the beginning and now that he was a bit older, she felt entitled to enjoy her freedom.

Mia, sensing the depth of Amanda's emotions, empathized with her friend's challenges but couldn't help but gently probe into the heart of the matter. She asked if Amanda had spent time with Ethan during the week. This question, intended to be a caring inquiry, was misconstrued by Amanda as a judgmental remark.

Defensiveness crept into Amanda's response, accusing Mia of being in the same league as Harley, implying that Mia, too, was passing judgment on her choices. The atmosphere at the table shifted, tension threading through the air as the brunch that had begun with laughter and camaraderie took an unexpected turn.