Heather POV
I wipe my sweat away from my forehead with my arm. It's finally 11 o'clock and I can go home. I take off my apron and hang it up in the back. As I'm about to turn off the light, I take deep breath and look around. This place has been my Safehaven for the past couple of years. The distinct smell of the books makes me smile. It is a Café and a bookstore in one, which I think is a really neat idea and I love places like this.
Whenever there is a slow day, I like to pick up a book and read it. I usually go home everyday smelling like coffee which is part of the reason I believe I can stay awake whilst walking home at night. I'm usually the one who always has to lock up the Café.
Ever since my dad died, my mom has totally forgotten about me. She likes to whore herself out to whoever will take her 50 year old body. We were all close at one point. When my dad was healthy. We would make breakfast on the weekends while listing to country music. We would occasionally have a picnic in the summer and than hang out and play games until it was dark. Than we would catch fire flies. I had a good childhood. But ever since my dad died four years ago, my life hasn't been the same.
My mom took all the money and left me with nothing. She had paid for my student loans- even though I'm pretty sure that was the lawyers doing. Last year, she had sent me a Christmas card. It was an old picture of me and her. I think she only sent that out to make her family think she's happy and fine in life. But after that, I haven't heard from her.
Lindsey, my best friend who went to Harvard with me, (even though I think her parents bought her into it.) She let me stay with her in her fancy apartment here, in New York. Of course, her parents bought her it. Her family is rich, but, she isn't one of those snobby people. She is actually a really sweet and giving back person. But her parents will buy her whatever she wants when she wants it, but she doesn't ask for much. Some things they just buy her without her asking like buying her this apartment. Sometimes instead of our weekly Friday movie night, we will go help out at some kind of shelter.
But overall, she's basically my only friend. I guess you can say I'm shy. I talk to my coworkers and customers but I like to keep to myself. There's one coworker we just hired recently- his name is Tanner and I have only worked with him once, since he got hired at the beginning of the week. But I've got a feeling we are going to be good friends. He has just got that vibe. From what I've seen, he is a very positive person. He has a boyfriend who likes to come and buy like five pastries and sits there and works. I think it's so sweet. I've only had one conversation with Tanner because he asked me a few questions about the place. But he seems extremely friendly.
I have my own apartment now, since I felt bad staying with Lindsey and not paying. She reassured me plenty of times I didn't have to pay but I still felt bad. So once I got enough money, I moved out and into my own apartment. I feel better knowing I'm the one who is paying for it. I would have stayed in the same apartment as Lindsey except I could never afford it with only working at the Café. Even with all my extra hours I work.
I walk into my apartment, after walking the two blocks it takes me to get home from the Café. My apartment isn't too small nor too big. It's cozy, there's a nice kitchen that leads to a living room. In my living room, I have the best couch ever. Sometimes I'll come home from work and watch movies and fall asleep on the couch because it is so comfy. I have a fireplace which is nice because sometimes my heat doesn't work. It's what I get for the money I guess. I have three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I use the smallest bedroom as an office area which has built-in bookshelves. I have a guest bedroom for when Lindsey likes to spend the night. Which is pretty rare because why would you want to sleep in a small bedroom in a small apartment when you can go
home to a luxurious apartment? But this apartment suits me and I love it.I go into my bathroom and take a shower. Once I get out and get ready for bed and I'm about to open my book that I'm currently reading but I'm interrupted by my phone beeping signaling that I got a message.
"Hey, I need you to do me a favor. I'll let you pick whatever movie you want to watch for the next four Friday's if you say yes!! (: - Lindsey"
"Four Friday's?!? I need to know what I'm getting myself into before I agree! -Heather"
"Just promise me! I know if I tell you, you're going to say no. But I really need you to do this for me -Lindsey"
"What do I have to do? I don't like the sound of that. -Heather"
"I need you to... just say yes!! Please! I can't endure this without you! -Lindsey"
"Just tell me. Why are you acting weird? -Heather"
"Fine! I need you to come with me to the Charity Gala (: -Lindsey"
The Charity Gala is the event where all these rich people flaunt how much money they have and basically tell everyone all the charity work they "do".
"Ehh.. I don't know about that. You know I hate these things, that is why I never go with you. -Heather"
"I know, I know. But I hate these things too. Especially this one because everyone never even does the charity work they claim to. But I really need a friend there with me tomorrow. I know we will miss our Friday movie night, but what's the worst that could happen? -Lindsey"
Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?
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Hey guys!! This is my first Wattpad story! I'm so excited to do my own story! I know this is a short chapter but this is basically just like an information chapter. There will be mistakes, since this is my first story so I'm sorry in advance. I really hope you like this and comment to let me know! (: -Karlie
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