colors and symbols // klance soulmate au

Cinco

(Changed the symbol! Forgot what I meant to use, but just remembered.)
"Hunk! Get over here!" I hear from across the room. I turn my head and see a big man in a yellow bandana and grey shirt. I lean back in my seat and watch him run into the closed off kitchen.
  "I'm buying, so what do you want?" Allura asks.
  "I've never been here before. And let me pay. You paid for half of my groceries last time," I say and stand up. I walk to the pastel counter and look at the sweets that sit behind the counter. Little yellow and grey labels are on each platter and most of them are strawberry or vanilla sweets. I find some macrons and decide to get those. I ring the small metal bell and a boy comes to the counter. The boy.
  "What can I get you?" He asks and wipes his floury hands on his grey apron. He grabs a pen with one hand, and the other goes to his dark brown hair.
  "A box of six macrons," I say and pull my wallet out. I glance up at him as he writes my order down. He has light brown skin and bright blue eyes. His skin looks clear and radiant, besides the surge of flour on his forehead and cheek.
"Anything else?" He asks.
"Three of the pink sprinkle cookies!" Allura says and smiles.
  My finger tips feel tingly and I look around. The blues and greens of the room suddenly look brighter.
  Allura leans towards my ear, "What's with your mark?" I reach my hand to the back of my neck.
  "What's with it?" I ask.
  "It's glowing a little brighter than usual," She says. She looks at the boy and then at me and smiles.
  "Nope," I say and slap down my card in front of his hand. He grabs it and swipes it and then hands it back. He hands my recipe to me, as well, and I take it.
  "Um, do you have a bathroom?" I ask before he walks off.
  "Yeah, over there," He says and points to the left side of the store. I walk over behind one of the yellow walls and find it. I quickly walk in and lock the door. I turn and lift up the bottom of my hair. I look at the small mark that says the color in Korean and see that the mauve color seems to be glowing more of a violet color. I sigh and hurry out.
  "Mullet, here's your Macrons," I hear from the counter. I walk up and grab my box, grabbing Allura's bag of cookies, as well. He then turns and goes back to the kitchen part as I give a slight glare. I walk to my table and set down the items. I look around for Allura and don't see her in the shop. I then look outside and see her on the phone.
  "Allura, come on,"I say, and wave her inside. I walk in and then grab my large black New York and Company jacket. I make sure my white tee shirt is tucked in and that my belt isn't lapping my belt loops and I grab my box. I hand Allura her cookies and she walks back out, still on the phone. I look around and then down at the box. I see some numbers written in a line on the box. txt me, it says under them. I look back at the counter and just chuckle.
  I walk out and to Allura's camaro. I hop in the front passenger seat and shut the door. I open the box in my lap and take one of the macrons out. I shut the box and pull out my phone. I go to my contacts and make a new one. Blue Mystery Boy,I put as his name, then I put his number in, but I don't do anything else. I just add him to my contacts, and that's it. I don't text him or anything. I put my phone in my lap and open the box for another macron.

"I'll see you Monday," I say and lean down to poke my head through the window.
  "Okay, and feel free to text me later. I wanna know how it goes with that one kid," Allura says, and leans towards me. She kisses my cheek lightly and then backs away. I pull my head back.
  "Bye mother Allura," I joke. She chuckles and then drives off. I walk to my building and open the doors. I walk up the stairs and to my room. I unlock the door and walk in.
  "Home, sweet home," I sigh. I set my box down on the kitchen counter and take off my jacket, throwing it onto the back of my couch. I take my phone out and open to my contacts. I decide to message the boy from earlier.
So why'd you give me your number? I text. I then put my phone back in my pocket, not expecting a reply for a while. I then look around my apartment. All the simple he and purple and green things start to come into perspective better. The color is more vivid and lively. I then reach my hand back to my mark.
  When you think of fire and water, you wouldn't think they mix, right? So I don't understand the point or purpose in my mark. Am I the fire or water in the relationship? Will I burn it to the ground and ruin everything? Or will I put them out. Put us out. Im just a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Am I the fire?

(A/n: short update. I know. I just wanted to get this out tonight because this week is going to be hectic. Last week and this week are filled with state testing, and the following week starts with my birthday then goes on to district tournament and my band concert. So this is going to have a little hard time updating for a while, but I'm trying.
  I'll try and publish another chapter on my birthday. (About a week from today.) but I gotta get to bed. It's about two o'clock here and I've had an extremely long weekend with no service and hardly any sleep. So goodnight and hope you enjoyed. :)
-pitch)