Coffee Shots

1 | Café Illuminati

Cecilia's PoV

. . .

Twisting and turning on my bed, I looked at the open window. It was still dark, even though it was 6 in the morning. May I add that it was one of those stupid Monday mornings that I hated with much passion?

Seeing that I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to get out of the bed. I dragged myself towards the bathroom, probably looking like a zombie. How I wished I could get out of bed and still look like one of those Disney princess! But the world wasn't a wish granting factory, so goodbye wishful thinking.

After taking a shower and getting into my work clothes, I made my way to the empty kitchen. The calm in the lonely house sometimes comforted me, but other times, it scared me. Deciding to live away from my family had been one of my toughest decisions. But it was necessary, for my safety.

I collected the morning newspaper, and made some pancakes, the only dish I could make without destroying the kitchen.

Suddenly my phone rang.

"Where the hell are you Cecily?!"

It was my elder brother James, who had decided to ruin my morning. I cringed at the nickname he had given me years ago.

"Rotting in hell. Where else?" I could imagine him rolling his eyes at this.

"Yeah and I just met Brad Simpson."

"What?! Really?!!!"

"Yeah, and he was asking me about your whereabouts. Should I tell him that you reside in hell?"

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me do that. But judging by his evil chuckle, I could make out that he imagined me doing the same.

"No but seriously, where have you been? No calls. No texts."

"I've just been busy, bro. I got a new assignment to work on which required at least 8 hours of work every day. Rest of the time I was sleeping. So I literally had no extra time."

He sighed. "I understand, but just send a small text now and then. So that I know that you're well and safe."

I took a deep breath. "Let's not talk about this early morning. Please."

"Okay. Your wish is my command."

That earned a crackle of laughter from both of us.

"Bro, do you know of any good cafes in my area? I haven't had the time to explore my neighbourhood."

"Uhh, let me think. A cafe that fits the image of your dream cafe? Hmm. . ."

I grinned. He knew me so well.

After a pause of few seconds, he spoke again. "I know of one such cafe. I'm sure you'll love it."

"Then what are you waiting for? Tell me its name!!"

"Its name is as controversial as the mystery behind your missing teddy."

I smirked. It might be a mystery to him, but not to me. But that's a story for another day.

"Just tell me the name."

"Illuminati."

"What?"

"Café Illuminati."

I burst out laughing. What kind of person keeps such names for a café!?

"Yeah I know its name is very weird, but it serves the best coffee in the town."