Bloom Little Flower

-Apache Café-

Starting to get a bit worried, I pack up my things and grab my keys at the door. I drive a motorcycle that has a paint job of neon purple that can be seen from outer space as Mark says. He doesn't own a car because he says it would cost too much money for us to afford it. Now, with my motorcycle it was a gift from my crazy and totally insane, but fun, uncle that owns a giant mansion and is a "sugar daddy" for a girl named Gypsy. He already has it prepaid for over sixty years with insurance, but by then I'll probably have a car by then.

"Why hello April, going somewhere?" The voice of a child spooked me and made me jump when I heard it. Only because the child named Dexter had the footsteps of a big cat stalking prey.

"Hello Dexter didn't see you there. And yes, I'm going to the Apache Café downtown." I gave him a gentle grin and he returned the grin with a toothless front teeth smile. He was only five years old but still knew how to be polite and kind to others.

"Could I come? I don't want to be babysat by the next door neighbor Jimmy. All he does is play horrid music all day at full volume." He pleaded with his eyes begging me to let him tag along. I remembered that no one could come according to the stranger, and if this was real I wasn't going to risk a five year old's live while his parents are away in Hawaii for the weekend.

"Sorry bud, there's not even room for the both of us big kids. Bummer huh? Maybe next time I'll bring you and you can get some hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin. Sound good?" He nodded and gave me a baby grin. I padded him on the head and gave him a peace sign which he returned back to me. Our own little saying 'See ya pal.'

I wasn't stopped at any lights, but it had seemed someone was making them turn green right before I got there.

"Nice ride." A girl in her late twenties said as a flew by. Pulling up to the street where the café was located didn't seem right. And it was nothing close to me even feeling safe. I pushed my kickstand down with my heel and put the alarm on. Just in case, I had the keys in the back pocket of my jeans. The woman at the counter knew me very well since I had come there usually four to seven times a month.

"Why hello April! Nice to see you, a hot chocolate and muffin on the house?" She gave me the biggest grin like every time I come here.

"Yes ma'am, but you really don't have to make it on the house." I said politely, "Also, could you add a plain black coffee to the order? I'm making it to go I'm meeting someone." She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"How come? You usually work on your school work here." She still was talking like she was baffled at this act.

"Oh just an old friend that flew in from-" I needed to pick a "pretend friend name, and state that they came from fast. "Mississippi, you remember Jenifer right? Blonde hair, skinny frame, blue eyes." I tried to say it like I had know Jenifer for years and she had 'come' down here before to visit.

"Oh, I don't think I remember her, anyways have fun." She gave me a smile and my order. Ruffling through my purse I pulled out a twenty and handed her it, but she refused with a face that said, 'honey, I don't need it.' and pushed it back but then I gave her a wink and left it there so she didn't have time to stuff it back into my purse.