𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 // 𝐡𝐞́𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

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There were not many things I remember from my past.
Except Paris. I connect Paris with my Mom. When I think of the city she would pop up in my thoughts. Always. But the worst thing was that now, there was nothing and I wasn't able to make out the sound of her voice anymore.
I would keep on living with the awareness that she was somewhere right now. Not even my aunt knew and someday I gave up asking her.

But now I wasn't so sure about all this anymore. Because as I looked at the envelope of the letter which I held in my hands a frightening feeling creeped up inside of me.
The strangely crinkled down letters that spelled my name made me gulp. I had never received any letter.
Maybe that was the cause of why I was freaking out so much. Still I tried to clear my thoughts.
My mind could not stop overthinking though. Slowly it gave me a headache.
I sighed while rearranging positions from laying to sitting on my bed.
With shaking fingers I opened the letter and as I finally held the white paper in my hands something fell onto the floor. I could make out the written down
Paris 2012
as I picked the little- what seemed like- photo up and I was right because as I turned it around I was met with a young, beautiful woman with her little daughter in her arms, smiling while the background displayed the Eiffel Tower from its best and breathtaking side.
Could this be? But- I mean, it would be impossible. After 12 years?
I put the picture carefully to the side and looked at it one last time, reassuring myself that this was not a dream after all before bringing my focus back onto the letter before me.

Be careful Brigitte.

Was written in red. I shuddered.
Who was this? It couldn't be my Mom but if it wasn't my Mom how come they would own this picture of us? Even though I was frightened, anger built itself up inside of me. The person just left me clueless and I knew I wouldn't stop trying to figure it out or overthinking it.

My alarm went off. Oh my- , I was late again.
I quickly put everything that was related to the letter into my cardboard that I could lock up. There was no time anymore so I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the door.
Although I am working everyday in the afternoons I always tend to forget the time and truly that wasn't good at all. Good for me, that the popular coffee shop in the center of Barcelona wasn't located so far from where I was living but now I was only hoping that I wouldn't arrive with my body drenched in sweat. The weather had become so extremely hot.

The little bell ringed as I walked into the cozy café, the cold air hitting my face, I sighed out of relief. Not for long though..

"Brigitte c'mon, get in the back quickly!" Lauren, my co-worker waved at me repeatedly.

"Hi!" I beemed as I made my way behind the counter.

"Change! Today's a busy day. I need you to take orders, now!" I nodded while looking around and seeing the familiar faces of to many fellow students. That was not it..

After I changed I tried to gain some self confidence to approach them. My anxiety getting the best out of me still.

Deep breaths. You can do it, Brigitte.

"Hi, welcome to café del sol! What can I get you all today?" I asked the three girls that set on the benches in front of me. I knew them from English class. They were kind to me and I was kind to them but nothing more.

"We'd like to have three drinks: Fruta del sol, Naranja del sol and a Cola Light please."

I nodded "Great! That would be it? Your drinks-" I was interrupted by their giggling and I knew why as I watched the door open.

Three guys walked in and I couldn't stop myself from staring at them too. I mean probably everyone was. These were the three most popular guys at school and at the same time worldwide known. I usually only hear how people are talking about them in the hallways or the secret whispers of the girls when one of them enters a classroom so I also knew, oh so well that the boys a few meters away from me were the FC Barcelona Youngsters.

Though I wouldn't want to admit it, especially the dark brown haired boy caught my eye. He was so effortlessly handsome. The thought that he was going to my school and I still haven't got his name made me question why I was living. Although you'd rarely see him there he was able to still be recognized everywhere he went. It wasn't easy to forget his strong masculine features that were not only imprinted on his face. His whole body was majestic. He stood tall and confident, always perfectly dressed. Ugh.. even in tracksuits he looked elegant.
After all, that was not everything that mattered though. Especially right now in this moment. It hit me like a slap to my face: I needed to take their orders.

Still standing in front of the girls table I smiled one last time at them before walking to the three youngsters that were already seated in the back. Crossing fingers to approach them like a normal person because truly my legs were currently shaking like jelly. As I was only a few meters away I watched how a little boy approached them before me. He asked for what looked like an autograph on his Barcelona jersey and I patiently waited behind him while they signed the jersey and lastly took a photo. How cute was this!? I would still like to disappear though. By now I was sweating so much I could bet they could smell me to the Camp Nou.

"Hi, welcome to café del sol! What can I get you all today?" I asked them with a trembling voice.

The two other boys smirked at the brown haired one who sat alone on the opposite side. They even started to slightly laugh and I understood nothing at all. Did they read my thoughts a few minutes ago or what? I still managed to smile politely at them while I waited patiently for them to finally order.

"Fuck you Marc." the brown haired boy glared at Marc and I finally got one out of three names. Yay.

"Why always me? Lamine's also here!" Marc pointed at the boy beside him with a pretty amusing facial expression while  'brown hair' boy rolled his eyes.

Second name? Check. Now there was only his name left...

"Shut up Marc you puta. Could you bring us los smoothies verdes three times, please?" Lamine said, smiling kindly at me.

I returned his smile. "Is that all?" I asked but I was once again interrupted by a short scream coming from Lamine.

"You-" he began while glaring at 'brown hair' boy. What was up with them? They were kicking each other now? Usually I wouldn't mind but this just made the situation much more awkward.

"Sorry Brigitte, they're not always so childish but for us, only the three smoothies, please." Wait.. what? Marc knew my name? Marc knew my name! But how- literally this was not possible because there was no way-

I was invisible at school.

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