Reality After Reality

2

I left the bus station and walked to the town. I was going to ask for directions, but i searched for a restaurant first. I was really hungry. At least my mom gave me money and i brought my savings too. A found a small restaurant. It was made out of wood and had long windows. I didn't see any other restaurants around, so i went in. It was really warm and cozy inside. It didn't have many customers, only like five customers and some seemed to be tourists. I sat on the bar and then grabbed the menu. A lady quickly came to get my order.
"Hi sweetie, what can i get for you?" The lady asked in a nice voice. She was really pretty. She was tall, had a really pale soft-looking skin, caramel hair (that suit her very nice) and blue eyes. She looked exactly the way I wanted to look when I get into my 20s. She seemed out of my fantasies.
"An americano coffee and a lunch of the day please," I replied trying to sound mature.
"Should I bring your americano right now or with the food?"
"Right now, please."
She nodded and left to give my order to the chef. A minute later, she came back with the americano. I started drinking the coffee, but the woman didn't left. She was standing in front of me, studying me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, no ones likes having someone staring at them.
"Ah, sorry, is just that you look familiar," she replied, really deep in thought, "What's your name?"
"My name is Gemma Astor. My grandmother lives around this village," I replied while sipping my americano.
"Oh! You are Grandma Margie's granddaughter!" She said really excited.
"Yes, I am," I replied a bit confused, "how do you know me?" I asked her.
"I used to deliver her things," she said happily, "some of the times i went there, you were there and i stayed to play with you. Don't you remember me? My name is Lisa."
I tried to remember. Somehow my memory was a bit blurred. I stayed quite for a while. I think she noticed I couldn't remember.
"It was when you were really small, you might not remember." She said, trying to make me feel better. I nodded and drank my coffee. Then, I remembered something important.
"If you know where my grandma's house is, could you give me directions? My mom only gave me an address, so I'm a bit lost," I told her and showed her the address. She glanced at it, but quickly looked back at me. Of course, since she used to deliver her things, she perfectly knew the address.
"Your grandma's house is quite far from the village," she said, "it's a long way walking. You should take a wagon. If you have a bike, it would be better." Obviously, i didn't have a bike, so i had to take a wagon.
"Great, is there anyone who can take me there?" I asked, worried for a negative response.
As expected, I got a negative response. Lisa told me that the next wagon going up to the mountain would be on Friday and it was Tuesday. Not many people live in the mountain and does who do, have their own wagons, so rides to the mountain were not frequent. It was a nasty situation. I couldn't wait until Friday, and i had a low chance that my grandmother would come down looking for me. I had to walk to the farm.