One In The Same

Chapter 2

Hey guys, let's start Olivia's point of view! Sorry if this chapter stinks or is sad; my favorite actor died yesterday and I'm still a little down. I'll try my best though. Hope you like, darlings. xx

*Val xx

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Olivia

I blankly starred out the window of my small loft. I knew that I would have to get dressed soon; my shift starts at nine. I breath in deep, to the point where my ribs hurt. Lately I feel as if something is wrong. Like something is missing.  I tear my gaze from the skyscraper in the distance, it seems to be sparkling in the sun already.

I throw on a loose pink blouse and tie a knot in the bottom and throw on some flowered shorts. I put on my favorite shoes and admire my outfit in the full length mirror. I shove my hair up in a tight bun on the top of my head and swipe my eyes with some make up and carefully apply some lipstick. I've always been fascinated with the way my lips look. I grab my sunglasses and hat and take one last look in the mirror before I walk out the door.

I walk down the streets of NYC, strutting a bit. Heads turn but I don't care to stop. I know I am an attractive girl but the men in the city make me feel nasty. A good bit smell like cheap booze and the other 75 percent are stiff business men. I want someone who is free and can express himself. I lightly touch the bracelet on my wrist, running my thumb over the engraving on the inside. I don't realize how many times I've rubbed my finger over the never ending charm until I reach my destination. I take another deep painful breath. This is how my life goes. At least I know God is there.

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I walk into Starbucks and instantly am drawn to a girl sitting in the corner scrolling through her phone. She's strikingly beautiful and something sparks inside of me. Something seems familiar about this girl but I know I have never seen her before. She's practically all in black. Red hair spills down her back in thick waves. She tops off her look with a black beanie. I find myself grinning and I really don't know why. I need to find out who this girl is, I decide. She may not be the most religious but I can teach her. I feel like I need her.

"Hey, Lucy. What's it like today?" I ask while putting an apron on.

"It's pretty busy. People are going crazy. Already have had four coffee spills." she replies nonchalantly. Monday morning is always like this. Usually worse, actually.

Firehair comes over to the counter. "Perfect," I think, smirking a bit before I hurry over to take her coffee order. "Hi, welcome to Starbucks! What would you like today?" I ask, my bubbly personality taking over.

"Uh, wow. A little perky today, aren't we?" I give her an absentminded smile, taking no offense to what was obviously meant to be an insult. I know God has a higher purpose for my existence than to retort.

"Your coffee order, ma'am?" I know she's probably around my age but I think it's more respectful to use ma'am. She looks around her to make sure I am talking to her. I smile wide to let her know she has my full attention.

"Uhm, okay. Can I just have a mocha? Extra foam?" she asked, annoyance apparent.

"You got it, love." She rolls her eyes as I start her order.

Her eyes dart to her bag and I realize she must be scared of someone stealing it.

"If you want, ma'am, I can bring your order to your table." She nods but doesn't thank me as she walks off. I notice how heavy she walks, like something is physically weighing her down. Poor girl.

I finish off the order and loosely put the lid on. Most people put something extra in their coffee. I start my walk over the her table and have almost placed the mocha down as some man bumped me from behind. The coffee went everywhere.

"What the... Shit." she mumbles.

"Oh my, I am SO sorry. Let me just.. uh. Oh." I couldn't finish my sentence. She whipped her shirt off and started drying her skin with it. She had a tattoo ranging from the top of her shoulder tucking into her jeans. Suddenly I notice her necklace. An infinitly sign, the same as my bracelet. I lean in, trying to get a closer look. I feel my cheeks growing red as she looks at me.

"What? Have you never seen a tattoo before?" She blazes. "I take it the coffee is free?" She practically screams.

I feel as if tears might slip out of my eyes as she stares straight into them. She finishes drying her self and digs another shirt out of her bag. She swiftly puts it on, her tattoo only visable at the shoulder now.

"Please excuse me, miss. I really am sorry. I'll pay for this cup and another." I say, taking a deep breath, surprised that it does not hurt this time.

"Forget it." she mummers, grabbing her bag and sweeping past me. I can smell her purfume and I take in the scent, realizing it is the same as my own. Before I can think, I'm following her out the door.