The solution I was looking for came in the form of a small, pink piece of paper that says:
Call me, maybe?
+987 654 321
- your future ex ;)
Okay. I wasn't exactly sure who put that there, but only one person was on my mind when I saw it. Obviously, it was Donald Trump! No just kidding, who else but Grayson? I mean, he did help me pick up my books when it fell at the station.
Although I'm skeptical myself because he isn't exactly the type to leave cheesy notes like this, I hope my ass it was him that did this so I can finally solve my problems regarding the book. His friend was the one who had it after all!
Elated, I quickly grabbed my phone. Not to call my 'future ex' though, but to ring Elly to of course consult her first. Unfortunately, Elly sucked at timing since she wouldn't even pick up! Guess who slept after all, definitely not her, huh? I thought sarcastically. Finding no idea what to do, I decided to just sleep it all off and just wait until tomorrow to tell her.
If this future ex isn't Grayson, I'm definitely in trouble with Mrs. Chandler tomorrow.
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I woke up, not to the chirping of the birds outside or the pleasant smell of bacon for breakfast but to the annoying screams of my little sister, Kayne. She demands that I make her pancakes since she says dad left early after a call from work.
"Make me pancakes woman, now!" Yep, an eight year old was indeed capable of ordering me, a twenty three year old, around.
After she and I successfully flushed foods down our throats, I went and called Kayne's baby sitter since I was planning on going out for a couple of hours.
I went and hung out with Elly and a few friends back when we were in college for a bit and talked about what to do. Well, more like she was ordering me to call the unknown number stuck on the book, but same thing.
At three this afternoon, I was scheduled to finally face Mrs. Chandler. She told me last time to be 'prepared' for whatever, and of course that scared the crap out of me!
By noon, I already left Elly and our friends from catching up to run a few errands and rode my bicycle to the center of town bringing all my borrowed books in tow.
As I was nearing the center of town, I spotted a tiny, red-bricked café just down the street. Well, that's new. There was once a barber shop down there but I guess they shut down since this was a new sight to me. I believe this was what people from our neighborhood had been raving about so I decided to go and check it out myself since I hadn't eaten lunch yet anyway.
Maybe it was also time to actually call the unknown number that I've so desperately tried to avoid for the whole day like the plague.
I stepped inside to the smell of brewed coffee and a hint of human sweat, ew. Guess someone forgot to wear deodorant today, huh?
The shop was busy, considering it was new. Waitresses were hurrying to get around and the line to order was terrible to say the least. After a couple of minutes shuffling in place to make my belongings not topple over, I finally ordered.
But struggle to find a place to sit was real I tell you, I almost spilt my drink at an old lady once and she gave me a pointed look in response via her wrinkly face. God, I'm out of luck with old people. Sheesh.
Besides that, I managed to find a table. Unluckily for me, it was in the middle of the swarm of people so all their conversations about how their daughter saw them have sex once? (yeah I listened) And it's not like I chose to, I swear! They're just all talking way to loud for it to be considered whispering.
