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Mr.Swits gave Layla the okay to bring in the student and fund her, she was not only getting a full scholarship to an art school of her choice but also a permanent spot under Layla's  management.
  
  Wednesday Layla would go back to Eastern High to congratulate the new student and talk about what was to happen next.

    Just for now Layla would be able to relax until her work started once again. 
    
  Feeling good about herself she decided to go treat herself and she knew exactly where to go.
   
  Instead of hailing a taxi Layla walked it to the little cafe that was I only 15 minutes away.It was a bit chilly and seeing as she was in her work clothes which consisted of a dress shirt and a skirt she was a bit cold.

Speed walking it to the cafe she was greeted with warm air that filled the cafe, and the strong scent of coffee. 

   Walking up to the line she started to smile widely as she saw her close friend Vanessa working the cash register. 

    When it was finally her turn and Vanessa saw Layla,the brown haired doe eye girl greeted Layla with a huge smile.

"Well if it isn't my favorite matchmaker," Vanessa chuckled and jabbed at the computer screen.
  " One medium vanilla espresso coming right up. "She said with a wicked smile on her face.
  
   "You know I hate it when you call me that." A scowl was now prominent on Layla's face.
   
   "Don't hide from the truth, honey."Vanessa  'tsked' at the tall green eyed friend of hers.
      Paying for her coffee she waved her off.

  "Joey,"Vanessa yelled. "I'm taking my break call Malik to man the front.
    
    Layla laughed her friend off and went to find them a seat.

   Vanessa made it to their seats with a cup in her hand. "Here you go,love." She handed Layla her drink while taking a seat. 

Blowing on her hot cup Layla slowly takes a sip. 

      "So what brings you here today?" 
**
Vannessa and Layla have known each other for almost four years now, they became friends Freshman year of college.Their friendship started when Layla's old friend from high school came to visit her one day at her campus. Vannesa was sitting at a cafe that Layla and Thomas had passed by.

 She almost wouldn't have noticed her it wasn't for Thomas  string almost making her land on her face.Sure enough, she had followed the red string and there was Vanasse in the cafe reading a book while eating some  pastries. 

    Seeing that Thomas's attachment  was just across the street, Layla had dragged them into the cafe.The soft jingle of the bell had made Vanasse turn around and when she saw Thomas Layla knew that the brown haired girl was in love. 

Thomas was dragged towards the brown eyed girl's table and he figured Layla knew who the girl was,he thought she was introducing him to some of her very hot,err attractive friends. 

   Boy, was he wrong. Layla sat them at Vanessa table and introduced Thomas to the lovely girl in front of her.Blushing Vanasse simply  waved and introduced herself,and with that Layla was out of the cafe in a blink of an eye.Leaving a very confused pair at the table.
     
    "Do you happen to know who the red head was?" Thomas had an odd feeling he was just thrown into the gutters.
   
    "I think I've seen her around,but other than that I've never actually talked to her." How could Vanessa not notice the girl's red waves on campus,they looked so natural that she stood out like a sore thumb. 
   
Scratching his neck,Thomas began to feel a bit uncomfortable.  "Ah well, that's my crazy best friend Layla."
  
   They seemed to hit it off after that and soon Thomas would be calling Layla up telling her exactly what a wonderful time he had and how the beautiful brown eyed girl agreed to exchange numbers and meet up another time.

   **

 
"I think I scored my dream job today! My dream job, Vanessa!" Layla grabbed Vanessa's shoulders and slightly shook her back and forth.
 
 


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