"I know she might not look-convincing, but please, I can guarantee you that she will work really well."
The manager stared at Dianne from head to toe and Dianne gave him a thin smile. Aunt Gifta-that was how she addressed the landlady since they became close acquaintances-was a really big help. Her small business as lodge owner spread all over town, that she was considered trustworthy among many people in the medium-classed business world. When she told Aunt Gifta that the only place she felt safe in, besides the lodge, was the café, Aunt Gifta did not hesitate to pull some strings.
"She looks familiar, actually," the manager thought for a while.
"That's right. I often spend my evenings here because I find this place really lovely," Dianne said fluently, as taught by Aunt Gifta. "And I think working here would be a bliss-this place's like a second home to me."
Aunt Gifta squeezed the manager's hand. "You know she really needs this, Ron," she nodded.
A few minutes later Dianne was safe and sound in the café's tiny kitchen, wiping washed cups and stirring some drinks.
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"Vanilla latte for table 10! The customer wants his glass full, no whip cream and other bullshit!" the waiter knocked on the kitchen table, calling for Dianne.
"On it," Dianne rushed to the coffee machine and did what she had been trained for the past few days.
She was a fast learner. The café might not be big enough for many people at once, but as few left, others would come, making her job there endless. But she enjoyed it, because at least something would keep her busy from thinking that her face was all over town and at any moment, anyone could recognize her and drag her to Lucio.
That lunatic...
Dianne placed the neatly-made glass of vanilla latte on a brown tray and carried it towards table 10. As she walked closer, she felt her cheeks drenched with warmth and a smile inevitably painted her tired face, seeing that familiar figure sitting behind an ever-blank laptop screen.
"Vanilla latte," Dianne lowered the glass on the table, as the customer turned to her in surprise.
"Hello, Nate."
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Tearing Paper
RomanceThere's this girl. She spends every day tearing paper, as if nothing she writes ever makes sense. There's this guy. He spends every day watching her, although he knows he isn't ready to love again. When he finally dares himself to make a move, they...
