I Could Get Used To This

3: Date By Any Other Name

2 Days Later, a Saturday.

Amelia glared at her reflection, she felt like an idiot. Her hair was a mess and her body was too fat. Her broad shoulders and square jawline were impossible to hide with makeup, and even her best attempts for femininity hadn't got her far in her last school. On her bed, her phone vibrated and she checked it, trying to distract herself from her reflection.

Hey it's Belle. Im free today want to get coffee or something?

Sure! what times?

Twelve? Carino Cafe?

Ill be there.

Yay! Thnx!

Amelia sighed, "Idiot" she mumbled to herself, staring at her closet. "What are you gonna wear?" She asked herself, wincing at her rectangular shape.

"Do you want to go back to the corset?" Amelia asked her reflection. It didn't respond.

An hour later, Amelia rushed passed her parents,

"Love you, sorry. Going out to get coffee! Be back soon!" She called over her shoulder as she ran outside.

Belle sat down at the cafe. It was run by an Italian man, who'd brought his trade here. The pale blue walls complimented the white trimmings. She glanced down at her phone, it was eleven-fifty-five. As soon as she looked up, she saw Amelia walk in, her hair pulled into a rough ponytail.

"Over here!" She called, waving to her. Amelia sat down; she looked frazzled. "Something wrong?" She asked politely, and Amelia nodded.

"Yeah... Just a bit... Eh." She trailed off. Belle was about to say something when the waiter came over,

"What can I get you two lovely ladies today?" She asked sweetly. Notepad ready.

"I'll have the..." Amelia squinted at the menu.

"The White chocolate mocha?" Belle asked her. She nodded, slightly confused,

"How'd you know that?" She cocked her head slightly.

"I'll explain later. I'll get the caramel latte please." The waiter nodded,

"One moment." She smiled and waltzed away. Amelia just stared at Belle, who smiled.

"I used to work at the Stellis Cafe," She began, "you always ordered the White chocolate mocha when we had it."