Side Note: To all of those who were expecting a chapter from Lily's POV, I am tremendously sorry. I've tried writing it a couple of times but it just doesn't fit, and I get insecure about the chapter and don't want to publish it. I'm really sorry if I'm being disappointing, but we're going to continue from Atlas's POV for a tiny bit.
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Atlas: Hey, Lily, sorry for not replying. My phone was on silent and I didn't realise how late it got. I hope you didn't get too worried. And don't worry, I'll make up for that lunch. I'll be home around ten, or maybe a bit later.
Just as I finished texting Lily for the fourth time, Amy tapped my shoulder.
"Do you wanna grab a cup of coffee?"
Should I go out with her for coffee? I mean, I could use caffeine right now. I was really tired and Lily apparently ignoring my messages weighed on me too. Besides, Amy was perfectly good company, and there was nothing wrong with a cup of coffee.
There was a bit of guilt nagging me, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. Lily had 'boy' friends too. Like her old work friend, Devin. Were Amy and I friends? I don't know. We've only known each other a day, but she seems pleasant.
"Sure, let's go." I replied, putting on my grey jacket. She picked up her purse and put on her coat, and I allowed her to go out first before following her.
"There's a really nice café nearby, we can go there if you want." she said when we reached exited the restaurant.
"Alright, why not?"
I put my hands in my pockets and we set of walking down the street, the wind whipping my face and making my hair fly around a bit.
"Where did you learn to cook?" she asked me.
"Nowhere, I learned myself. I did practice as a chef in the Marines though, so that might count."
"Why do you like cooking?"
I contemplated her question. I remembered Lily asking a similar question, and what I replied. I didn't all together feel comfortable sharing it with Amy, but I had no other answer.
"When I was little, my mother often was out working shifts, and I had to make food for myself. Or else I'd starve. So I remember buying a cookbook at a yard sale when I was thirteen, and then I made all of the recipes in it over the course of a year. It helped me keep my mind off things. I felt...content, in a way. I didn't have much growing up, but when I cooked, I was in control of what I did, I guess. And that made me feel like I could take the reins of my life and steady it too."
She was quiet for a while, and I didn't know how to take that.
"Wow. I didn't expect such a deep backstory. That's really amazing, what you did. And, umm...we may not know each other well, but I know you do have the reins of your life now. Look at your restaurant. Your friends. You have a lot now, no matter if you didn't back then."
Her words startled me, but then a warmth spread through my chest and a smile flicked across my face.
"What about you? How'd you take an interest in cooking?" I asked. She looked up at me, surprised, before regaining her composure. It looked like she was mulling over my question.
"I don't know, really. I just liked it. I've always been a foodie. I guess the fact that my mother died when I was born and my father never really took care of me compelled me in some way, since I've been cooking for myself for as long as I can remember."
My reply was cut short by us arriving at the said café. It was really cute, I guess, with all the twinkling lights and potted plants. Inside was a cozy atmosphere, and there were a lot of people, talking and mingling with each other. We took a booth at the corner, where the music from the speakers was a bit fainter and the buzz of people was less too.
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RomanceAfter just getting wed, Lily and Atlas Corrigan leave for their honeymoon, beginning their new married life together. But like always, their past catches up to them. With sudden sparks with co-workers, and increasing arguments, they are most definit...