It had been 3 long weeks since your last encounter with Valeria.
The first week you thought she was just overwhelmed by everything and you kept your distance. Only sending a few "good morning" texts here and there, and the occasional meme but it was the same response from her every time. Radio silence.
The second week you started getting worried. Usually she texted back, and even when she didn't she usually had the excuse of work or that she had been away from her phone. Had something happened to her when she dropped you off at your place that night? Was she sick? Did something personal come up? The thoughts whirled around in your head like a bunch of annoying flies that you couldn't swat away, and the constant worry consumed your day to day life.
By the third week you had come to the bitter but simple conclusion that Valeria had ghosted you. It wasn't the first time you had been ghosted but that didn't make you feel any better. Valeria had been amazing, she made talking seem easy and her presence seemed to light up your dull and dim world.
But what could you do? You couldn't force a connection. No matter how bad you wanted it.
Eventually you stopped messaging her and focused on your own life. It seemed that life was back to kicking your ass and you had to give it your full attention again.
It was fun while it lasted.
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Valeria sat at her kitchen table, loosely holding a cigarette between her pointer and middle finger and she typed and clicked away on her laptop. What she was doing currently on it concerned Las Almas and a new import of "goodies" that needed shipping arrangements made. Unlike how the movies portrayed it to be, it was actually a long and boring process that required a person's full attention.
These past 3 weeks had been hell on earth for Valeria. 21 days of constant stress and anger. Valeria didn't know what the hell they were putting in the water these days because lately her new lackeys had been screwing up orders and constantly having close calls with law enforcement.
Speaking of which, was another reason why she was so stressed out.
Somehow, someway, by some stupid fucking miracle, Task Force 141 caught wind of Las Almas (again) and was now currently trying to track her and Las Almas as a whole down. And here Valeria thought she would never have to see their ugly mugs again..
But it was going to be fine. Valeria kept repeating the same words in her head like a prayer, a hymn, a mantra. It's all going to smooth itself out. It's going to work out in the end. Everything is going to be just great.
Valeria rubbed her aching neck with her right hand, she had been working for god only knows how long and her muscles were begging to be stretched and used. She glanced at time. It was 10:35 pm.
Without thinking she stood up. Putting out her cigarette on a nearby ashtray she had and shutting her laptop close, she decided that she was going to get some fresh air and grab herself some late dinner. Kill two birds with one stone.
She walked over to her closet and grabbed herself a jacket, leather to be exact. She grabbed her car keys but quickly placed them back down as she had quickly come to the decision that she should walk to her destination today. That destination being a local teriyaki place she loved more than her heart and soul.
She double checked she had everything before slipping on her shoes. Within minutes she was already out of her apartment and making her way downtown.
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You didn't know what problems were currently going on around the world but whatever they were made the customers coming into the bar you worked at more rowdy and demanding than usual.
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Tequila and Cigarettes
FanfictionYou work in a small bar in a shady part of town, not the best job but beggars cant be choosers. You always thought you would hate your job as a bartender but that all changed when a special someone walked through those doors... That someone special...