Invisible String Of Love

Memories Of The Night

The very next day after their secret encounter, Clementine found herself getting ready for work, but her mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous day. She couldn't shake off the memory of the girl from her therapist's office who had given her a letter. Despite trying to focus, she kept thinking about their awkward glances, the girl's sadness when she was ignored, and how she adjusted her posture when she approached their table. Interrupting her makeup routine, Clementine wondered why she was so fixated on the encounter, getting lost in thoughts of the girl's delicate features in the moonlight.

She remembered the gentle curve of her nose, which suited her fair complexion, and her eyes with their captivating depth, despite their gradual fade into the night, blending in with her flowing hair. Despite trying to push these thoughts away, they stayed in her mind, drawing her in with her romantic allure. Taking a deep breath, Clementine continued getting ready for work, making sure not to mess up her makeup. As she put on her work clothes, a receipt with the girl's message and number fell from her pocket, making her pause and think. Eventually, she decided to keep it, putting it away as she headed to her sleek black car parked in the garage, a gift from her father on her 18th birthday.

Upon settling into the driver's seat, she quickly tuned the radio to "Blah Blah Blah" by Kesha before leaving her home. Despite trying to focus during her driving to work, her mind kept returning to earlier thoughts. She attempted to push them away by turning up the song's volume.

ᡣ𐭩・・・・・・・・・ ・・・・・・ ᡣ𐭩

After arriving at her workplace, she warmly greeted her coworkers, creating a positive atmosphere to start her shift. Then, she carefully looked through the menu, getting familiar with the different dishes and drinks offered.

At the same time, she organized her station, making sure she had pens, order pads, and napkins within easy reach for efficient service. As she started her shift, the lingering thoughts gradually faded.

She served each customer with a friendly smile, "Welcome to Crimson Violet Restaurant. I'm Clementine, your waitress for this lovely afternoon."

"When you're ready to order, just give this bell a ring, and I'll be right over to assist you. Until then, I'll give you some space to decide." She delicately set the bell on the corner of the table, ensuring it was within easy reach of the customer, before gracefully retreating to her designated workstation.

Clementine had to acknowledge her tendency to please others, particularly considering her past circumstances. However, the encounter with the girl from her therapist's office, both there and at her workplace, caused that inclination to vanish. It was as if she didn't even consider the potential impact of ignoring the girl's feelings or whether she satisfied her with her services; at that moment, she simply did not care.

ᡣ𐭩・・・・・・・・・ ・・・・・・ ᡣ𐭩

During her break, she quickly took off her apron and touched up her makeup before getting her lunch from her locker. While eating, she felt the urge to call the number the girl had given her, but she gave in to the impulse. As the phone rang, a familiar yet emotionless voice emanated from the receiver.

"Hello? Who's this?" Came the inquiry in a nonchalant tone, though tinged with a raspy quality, possibly belonging to a girl.

"Hi! Can I ask? Are you the girl from the Crimson Violet Restaurant last night?" Clemmy asked with caution as she tidied up her lunch box, wiping it clean before neatly placing it inside her lunch bag.

"Oh my... Yes, hi!" The girl's demeanor shifted from nonchalance to one of excitement upon recognizing Clemmy's voice.

"Why did you give me your number? I'm cool with it, but.... You're taken." She asked hesitantly, her steps hesitant and measured as she paced around her cluttered workstation, her brows furrowed in a display of stress and overwhelming emotions evident in her fidgeting movements.