"How much longer will she arrive?" Jannah released a loud sigh before leaning her head on the table and kept scratching the cat's cheeks gently.
I looked at JD who already had his phone in his hand and watch as his fingers typed in something. After a few seconds, JD suddenly turns his head around as if he's looking for someone. He focuses on the entrance and out the window as he kept on glancing around.
"Is Lilian here?" I ask and Jannah's head immediately shot up from the table. Even the cat has his head perked up to see who's the new friend he's going to have. If Jannah was considered obsessed with the cat, imagine what would Lilian be if she saw this handsome boy.
JD shakes his head with his lips in a pout, "No. But she did say that she's near. It's really hard to assume how near she is."
Jannah lets out a chuckle before taking her attention back to the cat. "If we're using Lilian's dictionary... The definition of 'near' is the opposite." I hit her with my elbow, she flinches. She turns her head at me with a shocked expression. "What? Don't tell me you disagree? Among the three of you, I think you're the one who's probably more familiar to Lillian's routine."
"Mhmm," JD nods his head. When he finally gave up on glancing out the café, he turns his head at us. His eyes focus on me with mischief shimmering in his dark chocolate brown eyes. "You did date her once, I agree with Jannah." He shrugs his shoulder, gesturing to me that 'it is what it is.'
A release a sigh, I don't think I can say nor deny anything. It's true that Lilian and I were together for a short while. Maybe we lasted for only 2 years. After those short 2 years, we both decided that lovers isn't a great label for the two of us. Instead, we went back to becoming friends. Not feelings were hurt, we mutually agree on that idea. Hence, why we're still hanging out together, as friends. I'm certain the feelings we had from each other had disappeared.
I was ready to say something, but the speakers that are strategically placed all around the Café suddenly blasted that new single Sabrina Carpenter release. If memory serves me right, it's titled Espresso. Quite fitting since we're at a Café. And if Sabrina Carpenter's song randomly played in public. That can only mean one thing.
"Oh look, the superstition is true." Jannah laughs as she points towards the glass entrance.
Both JD and I turn our heads to the entrance to see what she's talking about. Usually, whenever Sabrina Carpenter plays, that's when Lilian will show up. In this case, I don't see her. All I see was two men standing right in front of the glass door. Those two looked familiar, but I can't seem to place my mind to where I had seen them before. Whether I knew them or not, I watch with amusement as one of the guys holds the other one by his arms when the other one tried to reach for the cat that greeted them.
JD broke my attention from the two familiar men by speaking up, "I don't see her." He'd voiced out my thoughts.
"She's behind those men," Jannah explains as she stood up from her seat. I watch as she begins to wave both of her arms in the air. Luckily, the two men made way to finally let us see our short queen. I practically laugh when I realized that the two men accidentally covered Lilian from us.
Lilian excuses herself between the two men before beaming at us with a bright smile. We watch as she waltzes her way towards us in her blazer outfit with a brown wool scarf wrap around her neck. There's even a sunglass resting on her head.
While Sabrina Carpenter is singing in the background, we all watch as Lilian mouths out the lyrics. "Hey, bitches!" Lilian greets by the time she's a meter away from our table. Some people around us turn their heads at her. Some have judgment in their eyes, while others looked amused. And of course, Lilian ignored them completely. "I hope I didn't make you guys wait." She finally took a seat next to JD while she removes the scarf wrapped around her.
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In Your Dreams
Romance"Dreams have meaning," They say. "Dreams symbolize your current life situation," They say. Well, what does it mean and or symbolizes when I see that asshole, Emmett Larkin's face in my dreams? I doubt that means anything apart from he's the worst p...