Star-Crossed Myth: The Divine Fate (Book One)

Chapter I: Shooting Stars

My life consists of three things throughout my daily routine. Eat. Sleep. Work. Yes, even on my days off. But not necessarily in that order. I'm a waitress. Sometimes an entertainer, like the singing type. Beggars can't be choosers, it's a decent job that has its perks. The people are nice and the money is just as good. However, everyone here, even my boss gives me the whole 'You're young, you shouldn't be wasting your life working here. Leave this place and go have an adventure' lecture.

I scan the place with its mix of décor from different time periods. When the sun is up it looks like a regular café, with its matching brown tables and chairs, the smell of fresh coffee in the air, and a calm atmosphere. However, once the sun goes down and the moon is up it the place suddenly looks like a jazzy, burlesque club...if that's a thing. With a lit up stage and red curtains red curtains, and the crowds of people chugging down all the alcohol at the bar.

"Earth to Abbey! Helloooo?"

I quickly stand up, startled by the voice of someone right beside me. "S-sorry."

An older man, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed is Jack, also known as my boss. Who seems gets a chuckle out of my reaction.

"Somethin' wrong?" He asks, looking concerned.

Feeling embarrassed, I look away to a nearby old couple sipping their coffees. "Nah, just tired I guess."

Jack folds up the rag he had crumpled in his apron and throws it over his shoulder. "Why don't you head home for the day?"

"What? Really?" I chirp.

Jack then scans the quiet café, scratching his five o'clock shadow. "Yeah, we got everything under control here. Only if..." He slowly trails off.

"If....?" I cross my arms and tilt my head.

"If you sing tomorrow night. The guys at the bar have been hounding me, and it's been a while. Come on." He urges.

After I cruelly drag out my decision I playfully roll my eyes. "Okay, just have my drink ready for me."

"You got it kiddo." He snaps his fingers and points at me with a wink.

Walking pass Jack with a smile he ruffles his hand through my hair. I head to the back of the café, through the kitchen and into the girl's change room. I switch out of my white blouse, black skirt and black flats into my comfortable casual clothes: Black tank top, red sweater, jeans and Converse. I throw my messenger bag over my shoulder, jingling my keys in hand and head out the back door.

"Hey Abbey," A fiery red head girl bobs her head at me, as she inhales the cigarette in mouth.

I walk around the grey cloud she releases as the smell of smoke makes my eyes water and fills my nostrils. "Hey, Emily." I quickly wave.

"Done already?" She drops the white stick and squishes it with her black heel into the dirt.

"Yeah, Jack let me go early. Gotta' prepare and be ready for tomorrow night." I adjust my bag strap on my shoulder.

"Really?" She suddenly shows a devilish look in her green eyes. "You gonna' be ready? I mean it's been a while, hasn't it." She teases.

"Who do you think you're talking too?" I place my hands on my hips and raise an eyebrow, with my head held high.

"You're right. My bad" She laughs, raising her hands in surrender. "But you're not a big fan of the whole tight clothes, and sexy dancing thing."

"W-who said anything about wearing tight clothes?!" I panic.