My Stalker : My Well-Wisher? Or ...?

Chapter 1

"Good morning Divu" I wink to mirror-me as I say to myself looking at mirror as I got ready for the day after applying lip gloss.

Hello everyone, I'm Divya Singh. I'm 22 and am owner of Booksta Cafe. It's a cafe as well as bookstore. Here, I live alone at my house in Mumbai, my parents living in Gujarat. I'd came here for studies but stayed here for my business. But in the nutshell, I'm not planning to leave this place any time soon.

I've started to feel home here,the feelings, the friendship formed, the emotions, the memories, the lessons I've learned here..

I lock my the door of my house and get into my car, my baby -Thar. I love that car and had always wanted to buy it from very start. I finally did on my own.

As I start driving out of my house, I glance at empty house besides mine's. That place has stirred emotions in me always. From the very raw, deep part of mine heart, my soul.

I shake those feelings out and drive to my cafe. I play my Taylor Swift songs playlist. All too well plays.

"Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze

We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place

And I can picture it after all these days

And I know it's long gone and

That magic's not here no more

And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all"

I groan internally...

Ohh how this song is relatable right now !! It fits perfectly. I might be okay but I'm not fine at all... something in me breaks at that thought.

Still, I continue singing it at top of my lungs, however hard it may be to breath for me.

I finally reach cafe and I see it's already opened by Roohi, my best friend. Co-owner of the cafe.

As I open the door and enter in, I'm hit by the strong coffee's aroma in the cafe. Roohi must have started working I think. That girl is never late and almost every time comes before me.

I see the usual sight of her behind the bar cleaning the bar while Taylor Swift plays in the cafe's speaker. Probably this is only time when the speakers would be blaring. Otherwise, it would be at moderate volume.

She is the barista girl and I handle bookstore.

"Hey Chérie. Bonjour." We both loved french and she loves to use it. A lot. We even gossiped about customers in French. Luckily, we've never been caught. No one knew french and we were smart enough to keep our voices in control.

("Hey sweetheart. Good morning !")

"Bonjour mon ami. How are you ? Need any help cleaning ?" I ask her.

(Good morning my friend)

"No muffins. I've got it under control. You just check the pantry once and help me bring in goodies here"

If you're wondering, muffins is one of the many nicknames she has for me. She knows I've sweet tooth and she always reminds me of them daily at every chance she gets.

"Ok mam" I say that and start to help her.

Soon enough, after drinking some coffee ourselves, it was 8 in morning and people started coming.

I see bookstore section and she sees cafe section mainly but I help her whenever I can.

Our two employees, Riya and Rudra, were not coming today employee. So, we both knew it was gonna be hectic. Priyanka, another employee, was going to come later.