One More Chance

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I woke up in the morning and felt so far away. It took me a few seconds to sink in what had happened, but I didn't feel so bad about what had happened. In fact, I felt like I was somewhere I could call home.

The events of last night played in my head. The woman who answered the door had welcomed me like I was her daughter, and she immeadiately found me a bedroom. She felt even more ecstatic when I told her that Jared had given me a lift, and talked to me like I was a long lost friend. She even invited me for a drink at the building in restaurant/pub/cafe, but I was knackered and decided to sleep.

I had a shower and already I felt a lot better than I did last night. My hair was back in it's curly nest, and I cursed myself when I realized I had left my hair straightners in London. But then I remembered my 'new image' and binned my signature baby pink lipstick. Actually, I decided to skip my whole beauty regime, which involved a lot of time. I just added some mascara and dressed quickly.

I remembered where the restaurant/pub/cafe was from last night, and I found myself waiting by the counter. It was pretty much empty, apart from a couple of people. They stared at me as if I was a Martian, but Jared had told me yesterday that this village, Pineham, hardly gets any visitors.

A few minutes later, The woman from last night emerged from the kitchen. I faintly remembered her asking me to call her Rita.  

"Vanessa!" she called, and I blinked at her, feeling confuesed for a few seconds until I remembered last night and becoming Vanessa again. 

I smiled. "Hi, Rita," 

"Sweetie, are you feeling better now? You were shaking yesterday! God knows what would have happened if Jared didn't pass by! Thank Lord that boy hepled you!" she said, earning me an audience of two people. 

"I'm alright," I smiled at her, and my stomach rumbeled. 

"You're hungry, aren't you duckie! Well, I make a pretty good full English. Just take a seat, sweetie," she said, before she ran back into her kitchen.

Already I felt happy in this tiny cafe. It was cosy and Rita had made me feel welcomed. The cafe was part of the Inn, both run by the same woman. I wondered what this place was called, when my eye caught a sign that read 'One More Chance'. After looking at the menu, I realized that the Inn and the Cafe was called 'One More Chance'. I made a metal reminder to ask Rita about the name. It was already a great coincidence that the name fittef perfectly to my situation.

I saw a noticeboard by the counter, and I read about missing cats, people selling tractors, but most importantly, people asking for jobs. There were people wanting farmers and sheep-sheares. But most of the job's suited men. Then I saw the large poster next to the notice board.  

"Waitress Needed 

£5 PER HOUR 

Mon-Sat 8a.m.-6p.m."

This tiny cafe was looking for a waitress. The job hours seemed pretty suitable, and the pay was a little more than what I'd expect for a waitress.

"Duckie, here you go, that'll fill you up in no time," said Rita, bringing a plate full of sausages, bacon, eggs, tomatoes and potatoes. If my agent saw me eat all that just for breakfast, she'd kill me. But I wasn't a model anymore. 

"Everything's fresh from the farm, you know," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to a seat. "Sweetie, your arm is so thin! You have to eat to be healthy you know, diets are just stupid! A growning girl needs her food, now let's see you eat all that up!"

I was a little surprised at her reaction of my slimness. Most people would have been impressed and would have asked me about what diet I used. But this wasn't London. And I wasn't a model anymore. And I needed a job. And waitressing did sound good.