The Rarest Gem

Chapter Eleven

Tristan

Ughh...

I hate mornings...

I try my best to convince myself to get up and get my day started.

Eyes still closed, I begin forcing a groggy me to aimlessly start searching through my sheets to find wherever I may have tossed my phone last night after being overwhelmed by all of my thoughts.

I can tell it's still pretty early. The absence of the annoyance of my alarm alerting me to rise and face hell again is my first hint that I'm waking up at a time not suited to my usual taste.

The light from outside is irritatingly making its way into my bedroom through the crack of the curtains, and it's forcing me to open my eyes and face the day.

When I finally find my phone, I check the time and realize it's 7 am.

I can sleep in a bit longer since I have nothing penciled in for the morning on my consistently empty agenda, but the notification of a message left unread from Logan gives me the sudden rush of energy my body needs to get up and get things done.

I manage to sit up and prop myself on the side of the bed as I eagerly click open on the notification.

Logan❤️: Hey I know it's short notice but let me know if you can come in later, we're getting a delivery today of some new items, so it would be cool to give my mom a break and get you accustomed to the shop, if not let's work something out for later on in the week. Talk to you soon.

I know the message is about work, but I can't help but smile as I eagerly type a reply.

Looks like my empty agenda has suddenly filled up.

Me: Sure! I honestly can't wait to get started. What time are you thinking?

Logan❤️: Anytime works really... maybe 12ish?

Me: Sounds great! See you then. 😁

Logan❤️: ok.

Ok?

Just ok?

No emoji, no I can't wait to see you, ... nothing?

Just ok?

Maybe I'm reading too far into this...

Yeah, I'm acting like a crazy person. If anything, he's probably just busy.

I toss my phone on my bed and make my way to my mirror to do a quick face-check before I search for my outfit for the day.

Gosh, I look exhausted. I might need coffee, I need something.

After judging my clearly fatigued appearance in the mirror, I begin figuring out what to wear for my first day on the job. This time should be simpler. I have taken into account how Logan and his mother were dressed for the interview, so it's safe to say that my usual attire will work well.

I choose to keep it casual with a powder blue polo, some straight-lined khakis, and white sneakers.

As I lay everything on my bed, something in the corner of my room catches my eye. I notice it's one of my crystals that used to sit on my altar before my mother came in and crashed it to smithereens in her drunken rage.

This one must've escaped my eye, but as I move closer, it becomes more and more beautiful. The sunlight is hitting it in a way that makes it glisten and look even more magical than when I first obtained it.