Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Day 3

Day 3

I met a man yesterday, his name was Tom. I've realized I have lost all my friends. Not on purpose, they just stopped talking to me. That just proves to me they're not real friends, so I can either continue being alone all the time, or I can get out there and make some friends.

Good luck to me.
-Jordan Maron

"Maron, let's go, 'yer lunch break's over!" my manager barked at me. I swear, whenever he gets mad his face almost gets as red as his beard.

"Sorry Skipper, I'm coming," I said, quickly stuffing my notebook into my bag. I quickly threw it back into the employee room, before returning to my spot at the cash-register.

A long line awaited my return, so I quickly rushed over to the counter.

"'Yer lunch break went over," Kate hissed. I'm sure that's not her real name, she switches nicknames all the time.

"Sorry Kate," I whispered, taking over. She usually covered for me on my breaks. She twirled her brown braid, glaring at me.

"It's Capsize... Not Kate, educate 'yerself," she muttered, before returning to the kitchen.

I fumbled with the buttons on the register, repeating my usual line.

"How can I help you today?" I said, with the same fake, cheery tone. Sometimes I added in a mock-up smile.

"Jordan?" a British voice questioned. We don't get very many Brits around here...

I looked up, seeing the same bronze-haired man.

"Oh, hi Tom! What can I get ya?" I asked, finding I didn't have to force a cheery voice for once.

"I'll take a small coffee," he beamed.

"No muffin? They're really good! They help with studying," I offered, trying to strike up a conversation.

"N-No, no thanks..." he quickly said, tossing a five dollar bill on the counter. I punched in the numbers, returning the change.

I made sure to scribble my number on the cup, mentioning I could be a study buddy if he needed it. I signed my name out of habit, due to the journal. It's only been three days and I was used to signing everything I wrote.

I searched the café, eager to deliver the cup to Tom.

I felt a nudge at my shoulder.

"Let me deliver this one, he be cute," Kate requested, grabbing the cup out of my hand.

"B-but," I tried to resist.

"What? I've got a thing for British boys," she said, winking at me before leaving.

I couldn't help but stare as he noticed the small message I wrote. He glanced up, meeting my gaze.

I watched a smile crawl across his face, before he pulled out his phone.

My phone buzzed.