A Hat, A Love Letter And A Broken mirror

Melissa?

A special thanks to Shaine who helped me with this chapter. Although it's not properly edited, I hope you enjoy!!

Melissa?

Thank goodness it's Friday, long weekend ahead of us. Not that I had any plans, it just meant I had less work and more hours to spend at home.

I decided to jump out of bed and see what this lovely day has in store for me. My schedule was overwhelmed with meetings and one particular one with the mayor himself. I was going to layout my concerns on this chaos I was witnessing. Apparently new expensive products were being introduced to the supermarkets, whilst people couldn't even afford them. What kind of a political game was the mayor playing at? Most of the people were still waiting for proper homes that the mayor had promised them, but being the 'perfect gentleman' he was, he decided to get away with this greedy plan and neglect these souls in need.

After my soothing shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and danced my way to the closest to pick out my clothes. I got interrupted when my phone started ringing.
I'm not expecting a call, I thought to myself. I looked at the caller ID and answered,
"Stan,"
"Hey man, listen up, the meetings have been rescheduled till Monday."
Too bad I was really looking forward to the meeting where I had a chat one-on-one with the Mayor. I guess I have to ease today and save my craze for Monday.
"Oh, why is that?" I asked.
"Not so sure yet, but good thing is you don't need to wear that suit. We could just hangout, and I think I know the perfect spot," He answered.

"I'm not in the mood to 'hang' Stan, and what spot? Don't tell me it's the pub down town."
Stan chuckled on the other end of the line.
"No man, but that's not such a bad idea. You need to see the ladies, in a different point of view from time to time. I have it all figured out, so what do you say?"
Well , since all my meetings are cancelled and I don't have any meetings with my clients, they must be doing their best to stay out of trouble. I don't see any reason why I shouldn't.

"Okay I'm game," I said.
"Really, great man I'll meet up with you later,"
I felt him grin then we hang up.
I smiled to myself, thinking of what Stan was planning, he sure was capable of anything.

I've known Stanley for as long as I can remember. We grew up together and he has been the brother I've never had. We have been through it all together, including puberty.
He never finished college because of financial problems. He wanted to study mineral surveying, and was willing to give up all he had to be that. Since the situation didn't allow him to, he found it best to stick to piece jobs till his parents got back up.

Two years back, I had asked him to join me in fighting for what was right for our town, and those where the years my dad had been nominated the mayor. Of course that didn't happen, but he loves his position of being second in command.

Stan then become 'my guy' in everything I do, I wouldn't say he is my personal assistant, because he is family. I would say he is the cap, because he comes up with creative ideas when I'm stranded. He goes with me everywhere I go, meeting after meeting and even court cases.

I hate to say I love him but it is true, he always has a way of making things right with himself and the universe. He is one of the people who do not act, as people would say , 'jumpy' when he is around me.

After a few minutes of dressing up, I went downstairs to the kitchen to make something to eat, a proper breakfast. Lately, I have been grabbing a fruit as I leave the house, in hopes of drinking coffee in one of the cafés in our town.

After making scrambled eggs, a sausage, bacon and toast on the side, with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, I was ready to dive in. I took a sit in the dining table and took my first bite 'mhhhh' tasted really good.
There was something missing though, my old man. He must have left really early or he didn't come home last night. Either way, this house was really empty, and it didn't feel like a home at all.
It just felt deserted, with only furniture to give it meaning. A lot was missing, I just couldnt figure out what it is.