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🥘 fourteen. trouble don't last always .⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊
Odessa Sinclair liked food as any chef would, but she didn't like regular food because she liked good food.
Sure, greasy fast food and homemade meals were good, but there was something about gourmet food that made her feel full and okay. She didn't have much gourmet food because it was sometimes out of her budget, but the restaurants in Chicago were good. They were so good that they had a Michelin Guide star and it made sense their prices on food were off the roof. Odessa didn't care though because she didn't have enough money to pay for these expensive meals and she liked to sit down in a diner once in awhile. The food wasn't good, but she would just order a slice of pie and drink sugary coffee. How could people drink coffee by itself? She didn't know.
On her day off, from breaking apart The Beef to implant new equipment, Odessa went to a nearby cafe to order food for breakfast even though she knew she would eat half and give the rest to Carmy. She felt awfully out of place as she sat at a booth alone and she ignored everyone around her as she pretended to read a Donna Tartt book, something she often carried around so people wouldn't bother her.
The brunette was quiet as she sipped her coffee, full of heavy whipping cream and syrup, and she looked up when the waiter brought her the plate of cherry pie.
"The Little Friend?"
Odessa paused when she closed her book and asked, "I'm sorry?"
"The book you're reading. I assume that you're a Donna Tartt fan." said the waiter, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Yeah, I am. My boyfriend likes her too. He has all of her books." said Odessa with a soft smile on her face and she watched as the waiter walked away, letting out a soft sigh of relief. Her metal fork dug into the slice of pie and she chewed slowly. The blueberry tasted artificial and the crust was chewy. She didn't complain because she was super hungry and she sipped her coffee. Oddly, she felt like she was some sort of main character who only drank sugary coffee and ate blueberry pies.
Odessa furrowed her eyebrows when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket and she paused at seeing a text from a familiar number. She opened it and by the texting style, she immediately recognized who it was before she placed her phone down with a soft huff. Of course her cousin would do something like this and she rolled her eyes in annoyance before she paid for her tab.
To say Odessa had a strange relationship with her father's side of the family was an understatement because she didn't really know them except for her cousin, but her mother despised her father's side of the family for some unknown reason and her father wouldn't tell Odessa either. It only made her more curious and concerned that maybe her father's side of the family didn't like her.
