*Loving Melody *

*Loving Melody (1)*

Melody

Holding my grocery bags, I went up all four flights of stairs, nearly out of breath when I knocked on the door. Of course, having my hyperactive seven year old sister didn't help one bit. She is always jumpy after a school day.

"Melanie, pick up the spare key from under the carpet. I think Nana's taking a nap."

She nodded excitedly. Over what exactly, I'll never know. She took the key and went to open the door.

My feet were killing me. So when I stood ten minutes in front of the door, while she refused to give me the key, I had enough.

I put the groceries down, reaching to grab the key from her.

"No!" She shrieked, making me regret my desicion. "I wanna open it! You meanie!"

"Melanie, sweety. Give me the key. I have to make some soup for Nana. She's not feeling very well, remember?" I asked, crouching down so we were the same eye level.

She pouted, and bit the inside of her lip. I knew she would give in for Nana's sake. She loves her too much.

"Okay." She said, extending her hand forward to give me the key. "Only for Nana." She added, flipping her hair in my face, turning away from me. She made sure I was able to figure out what she was saying before she turned her back on me.

Well!

I opened the door and struggled with the bags, until finally getting to the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, the soup was already done. But Melanie's pasta was still in progress.

"Melanie, go wake Nana up for me. Her soup is ready." I called out, hoping she'd do as I say for once.

"Nana, I'm going to the bakery, Cassie's shift is almost over." I told Nana as I kissed her cheek after giving her the medication. Melanie was already tucked asleep in bed, so I was now able to go to the bakery.

"Of course, honey. Take care." She patted my hand and smiled at me.

"Will do, Nana."

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After I entered the bakery, I was surprised to see it full. Literally, all the tables were occupied. I walked over to where Cassie was standing, looking proud at the customers, who were filling every seat available in the café.

"Cassie, what did you do?" I asked her, amused at the sight in front of me.

" I didn't do anything" she chuckled, putting her hands up. "Lucky day, I guess."

I nodded smiling, then sent her home to get some rest. She protested at first, because we had too many customers, but eventually gave up. She knows there is no winning with me.

I walked by each table, asking if someome wanted anything. There were mostly couples, and a group of teenagers. It was already nine in the evening when people started leaving. I was exhausted, to say the least.

I cleaned all the tables and locked up, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. Startled, I turned around, only to be met by a pair of mesmerizing deep blue eyes.

I think I'm gonna faint.

"You ready, babe?" He asked, looking at me straight in the eyes. I couldn't see his face, because the street light was dim. My first instinct was to shout for help, until he looked to his side. A man who looked like he came out of a crime movie was standing by the corner. Tattoos, a black eye, thrice my size, looking at me with a look I didn't wanna see again.