Bending Edges

Three

Mamoona

The cafe buzzed quietly while the soft jazz music played into the quiet sensation. I found an empty seat by the fire place and took out my laptop and my sketchbook filled with my drawings. Before I found my seat, I placed in my order of a espresso and banana bread. The cafe was always my favourite spot to study since my house was usually where my little siblings make noises.

I thought of a great idea. A great pattern. Colours and shapes formed in my head and I scribbled it onto my sketch book. I took a glance to my opened laptop with an assignment on the screen and I dropped my eyes down. Guilt rushed through my head. C'mon you have to get back to work! You got to pass this assignment. After that mini self-battle, I placed my pencil and sketch book down and went back to work.

From the corner of my eyes I saw the waitress coming with the pastry and coffee I ordered. She came to my table, but with one more step she tripped and everything spilled. I immediately dashed up from the surprise. I saw that the waitress was splattered all over the floor and I helped her up. "Are you alright?" I asked.

She fixed her golden brown hair and stared at me in shock and rambled to get napkins for the mess she made. "Uh yeah, I'm good. I'm sorry did I scared you?"

"It's fine, but it's not everyday I see someone did acrobats while serving food," I joked to her and she laughed at it.

I smiled and was glad that she wasn't hurt. I noticed that her white shirt was stained from the coffee and I pulled out a napkin from my pocket. "Here your shirt is wet,"

She stared down and laughing again. "So it is," she said.

"Here let me help you."

I wiped the stained part of her shirt. It doesn't seems to be coming out after a few strokes. "It's cool. I'm going home soon anyways," the girl told me.

I removed my hands from her stomach and went to put the napkin away and I saw that my sketch book was stained too. I took it and looked discourage. The girl caught on and she gasped. "Oh no, did I ruined your book?"

I lift my eyes to her. "It's okay. We were not meant to be anyways,"

And I know it's true, I will never belong to designing.

The girl looked a puzzled. "Huh? What do you mean?"

I shook my head and smiled weakly. "Never mind. I have to go, or I will be late," I told the brown hair girl.

I packed my laptop and sketch book and she watched me do so. "I'm so sorry I ruined you lunch," she apologized.

I turned to her. "You did not,"

I started heading out the exit as she waved goodbye.