Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Fifty Five. Epilogue.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Ed Sheeran-Castle on the hill.

10 years later...

I stared out of the cafe window in front of me, a hot chocolate warming the cold palms of my hands. I had gone to college first, I got accepted into the school of my dreams with a full scholarship. Three years of hard work was what brought me here today. 

But I wouldn't be this successful and as graceful if it weren't for Grayson, for he gave me the will and passion to succeed and live my dreams. It had been ten years, I still visited our secret place on his anniversary, birthday, Christmas, our anniversary. I would never stop.

When I visited his grave, it felt as though I were talking to a rock. There was no presence or life felt there, no Grayson. But looking up at the night sky with the Hollywood sign behind me, that's where I felt most at home. I could feel Grayson's presence there, I would talk to him for hours even if I did come off as crazy, I didn't care.

Psychology says, always go with the choice that scares you most because that's the one that is going to help you grow.

And so I did.

I had wanted to prove to myself that I was worthy of opening this cafe on my own. I didn't just want to be given it, I wanted to work for it. I interned at local bakeries first and even worked as a waiter all throughout my three stressful years of college.

And that's how I opened the cafe.

Angie and Grayson's cafe.

I had renamed it but kept the sentimental value, I think Angie wouldn't mind that and Grayson would be shaking his head at me with a boyish smile playing on his plump lips.

The cafe was flooded with customers until I finally closed over the open sign to closed. I hadn't redecorated besides from changing a few wooden chairs to a more comfier option. But the homely feel I loved about this cafe from the first day I step foot in here remained. 

I couldn't bring myself to change it and matter of fact, I didn't want to either.

The brownies had sold out within minutes and I wasn't surprised in the slightest, my pancakes were also a top seller since they had no time limit as McDonald's per say do. 

I took my gaze off the dark sky glistened with dazzling stars and placed my empty mug in the dishwasher. I walked over to the cash register that was still manual and not automatic as I opened it to collect today's profits that would go towards the cafe's heat and electricity bill and the rest was good to keep.

The motion of someone wrapping their arms around my waist and leaning their head on my shoulder jolted me out of my place. But I quickly composed myself when the familiar aroma entered my senses. 

''Have I told you just how proud I am of you?'' The familiar deep voice whispered into my ear.

I smiled and shook my head at his words, his voice on the edge of being seductive. ''I think you have, on more than one occasion''.

I turned around to face the man behind the seductive voice that never failed to send chills down my spine. ''And can you tell me why wifey that you have invited the whole town over for dinner tonight?''. His voice now dark, a hint of playfulness and boredom underlining his words.

I rolled my eyes at him and placed my hands behind his neck, ''We haven't seen our friends in a while, Blake. Plus, I want to celebrate opening the cafe''.

He rolled his eyes at me making me quirk up a brow at his cockiness, ''You were with your friends yesterday, Libby'' He remarked. That was true, Becca and the three blondes and I never lost touch. We were as close today as we were back in high school. Against Blake's wishes, they had all slept over in Blake and I's bedroom while he stayed in the guest bedroom.