Caitlin held onto her secret for years, remaining a burden she was willing to carry. She desperately wanted to protect her son Zion from this world and from his father Bronze Marcelo, the most prominent artist of the rap industry. Simultaneously, sh...
The waitress juggled a pot of coffee and three white glass cups. All the lines on her face made her look weary and her red fingers made it seems she had been carrying hot jugs for hours. She asked if Caitlin would like some to drink, and she nodded in response. I'll be back to take your order, she told Caitlin. The cafe held a strong scent of syrup and burnt butter. Outside of the window, it was pouring down and a crowd of umbrellas rushed through the busy streets of downtown. Caitlin stared down at the cup in her hands, drowned in her own wave of thoughts.
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Bronze would be there any minute now. A part of her felt distorted from his sudden appearance. What would they be like now? Back then, it was easy for them to treat each other decently. They were lovers. They were college mates. They were friends with added benefits. They were together. The knife he pierced through her heart was left rusting with hatred and betrayal. All the decisions she had made felt irrational.
The man she had avoided for so long, suddenly appearing before her. She wondered about the structure of his face. Does his eyes still change color as his mood shifts? Did he still make corny jokes about every little thing? If people managed to change within a year, what would he be like four years later? Her phone started buzzing on the small table and she cleared my throat to answer. Caitlin practiced with a hello before she picked up.
"Damn, you're still gorgeous as ever," Bronze said.
Caitlin glanced up at the entrance of the restaurant and Bronze waved with both of his hands at the front of the restaurant's doors. Her phone slipped out of her hands. A strange feeling loomed through her. She glared in his direction and made no effort to greet him. Everything about him looked differently. His shoulders and chest were broader and his teeth were brighter. His eyes were hidden beneath a black cap, which matched his overall appearance of the Grim Reaper.
He closed the distance between them and took the empty seat in front of her. His eyes were the shade of grey, today. She struggled to collect her thoughts. She gulped down some of the coffee that now tasted lukewarm. Bronze smiled in his usual lazy manner, but she noticed his shoulders were rather stiff. Before he could begin his sentence, the waitress walked back to the table. She placed the white jug in front of Bronze with a twinkle in her eye. Was she starstruck? The waitress appreciated his flashing smile, poured his coffee, and a small dimple appeared on her cheek as she smiled back.
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