COFFEE CUPS

Chapter 7 - Anna

Oh no.

I guess we got sussed out.

“Maybe I made it obvious, I mean, those guys weren’t even TRYING to talk.

It’s been two weeks, can’t they just build a bridge and get over it?!

“So... Anna...” Marcus says, breaking the silence. “Err... What presents have you got so far?”

“Marcus, don’t even try it, you know what she got - you were there earlier when we opened our presents.” Spencer sighs, shooting Marcus a dirty look.

“Well, sorry for trying!” he replies rolling his eyes and pulling a face at me, making me chuckle a little.

“Please enlighten as to what is so funny Anna.” Blaire says coldly, staring me down. I’m guessing she is not one to forgive.

“Well... err... Marcus pulled a face and... That face was funny...”

“Nice to know someone is having fun.” Spencer cuts in, shaking his head at Blaire. “Why are you being so mean to Anna? You’ve been brewing over this for 2 weeks - you’re making it seem like I killed someone or something horrific like that...”

“Well it pissed me off.” Blaire snaps matter-of-factly. Finally, at least some form of talking between the two of them!

“So you would mind if I did it again?”

“Of course I would, Generator you Dingus!”

“Okay really boring conversation about the coffee shop from here on, trust me, Marcus and I almost fell asleep!

Just as I was about to get some shut eye, the waitress appears. Now this waitress seems familiar. I get that I come here a lot but I recognise this person for some other reason. My brain is too tired thanks to Spencer and Blaire’s nice bedtime story.

“Hey Rowenna! Long time no see! Anna look! It’s Rowenna!” Spencer screams in my ear.

“Who is Rowenna?” I ask tiredly, rubbing my eyes and staring at the waitress.

“What? You don’t remember her?” Marcus says, looking at me strangely.

“Nope. Sorry, but my brain isn’t actually processing things at the moment so this might take a while...”

“Anna you can’t be serious! It’s Rowenna Morgena! You know, the crazy girl from primary schooL?” Spencer says, questioning me with his eyes. Man, he has some good magical witchy powers with those eyes. Blaire is sitting opposite him looking completely bewildered.

“Oh! You mean Romo?” I say as soon as my brain connects the fricking dots!

“Yep that’s me! Now what do you guys want for food?” she sighs, smiling at Blaire to try and get her back down to earth. Pfft she zones out a lot.

“Any pasta, you know me! Oh and tea!” I leap in, listing my things so quickly so Spencer can show off with his magical order... At least, if he wants to do it. I’ll kill him if he doesn’t.

“Me, I want the Hawaiian pizza and a peppermint hot chocolate!” Blaire jumps in straight after me.

“Oh me! Me next! I want spaghetti and a tea please!” Marcus says excitedly.

“Now me.... I want the usual and a caramel latte.”

“What? Spencer! You always spoil the fun! We wanted you to say the order not be all boring!” I whinge, punching his shoulder.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“Please?” Marcus begs, mimicking getting down on his knees.

“I said NO.” Spencer snaps and storms off to the terrace, followed closely by Blaire.