Finding Franco

02 | questions

02 | questions

My day starts the same as always.

Looking for text messages I was beginning to give up on.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror for a long time as if the bags under my eyes would go away.

Writing my feelings in my journal Dr. Carpenter gave me to feel better about myself and my 'situation.'

My parents glancing at me during breakfast as if I would break down and fall apart.

I refused to break. But nobody believes me when I say that. They say I couldn't control my emotions and that it's okay to break.

I threw a plate at them the first and last time they told me that.

I took a sip of my hot chocolate and gaze out the cafe window. I sat in my usual spot in the corner where I could see the busy streets and broke down buildings that remind me of art for some reason.

"Would you like anything else?" A voice asks behind me.

I recognize Logan's voice and a smile crosses my features. "Nah, I'm all warmed up. Thanks anyway."

He chuckles. "You know, you really gotta stop thanking me."

I smile sheepishly. "Sorry, it's a force of habit."

"It's all good." He pulls a chair beside me and puts his feet on a chair in front of him, getting comfortable.

"So how long have you worked here?" I try to start conversation.

"A little over a month," he replies. "I'm also a college student at NYU."

I tense at the name. "I used to go there," I say quietly.

He frowns. "Why used to?"

I clear my throat and moved my hair from my face. "Uhm, I got into a car accident and lost my memory. The last thing I remember was high school graduation so I decided to stay home for a while."

Searching for my lost boyfriend, I mentally add.

"Huh, I would've guessed you for a call girl," he teases with a breathtaking grin. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

I blush and punch his arm. He groans and rubs his bicep, glaring at me. "Hey, I was just lightening the mood!"

"What a wonderful job you've done," I say sarcastically.

He laughs and I couldn't help but laugh with him. It's been a while since I've laugh. Hell, it's been a while since I've even smiled.

I take another sip of my hot chocolate. "You know, I'd love another free hot chocolate." I hold up my cup with a hopeful smile.

Logan grins. "I'm your cocoa guy."

I laugh and hit his shoulder when he stands up and gets me another refill. I glance out the window and see a familiar set of hair I've grown accustomed to in the past three years.

I inhale sharply and rush out the cafe door, forgetting my belongings and Logan. Could it be him? I ran across the street and look left and right. My brain was screaming at me for loosing him.

I run around the corner and search every male I could. I swear it was him, I try convincing my subconscious. Frustrated tears form my eyes, clouding my vision.

I could've swore I saw Franco.

My shoulders hunch in defeat and I walk back to Christie's Cafe in shame. Logan looks at me worriedly, holding my hot chocolate. I hate myself for putting Logan through this in the few hours since I've known him.