Princess Charming [GirlxGirl] [Lesbian]

Chapter 12 Act 7. :Final:.

2016: Paper mate pens are amazing nuff said.

Everyone' bout to get real steamed 

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Jesse woke with a start her head felt like a -

"No" ..I muttered to myself once again crossing out another scraggly inked line with what had to be one of the world's most amazing pens, a paper mate 

She slowly became aware to the distant sounds of running water and someone opening and closing cabinets

I sighed and it looks like no once again about ready to give up I glance across the shop.
Eyes hopefully scanning the nearly deserted floor pausing to look between the maze like shelves and glancing at the cafe corner .

She wasn't here ...
My inspiration ..
Silly though it maybe, she was entirely beautiful.
Surprisingly enough not a complete  utter stranger .
If you count  knowing how she liked coffee black -let's take a moment for the resounding ew!
I could safely count are interactions as little-2-none unless refilling her mug counted which I privately felt it didn't. She often lingered in the corner of the shop looking over soppy romances but, what she really preferred seemed to be the humor section but she once confessed to me she had never found anything quite to her liking. 

Hesitantly at first I started to discuss my work (not the coffee the writing), it was thanks to her this whole thing was even being written. 

So with a deep breath I tried to write another line .
Now, before you accuse me of being dramatic which to anyone who's never had a muse or written anything it would seem ..
Wait did the doors bell just ? Naaww.
Let me explain, I'm not a stalker or a pervert .
Ok maybe I can't promise either of those but hear me out !
For some implacable reason, this rough n tumble take no shit business women beat writers block specifically mine like she probably did her fields competition
Now when I needed her scowling face and irrefutable sarcastic nature if the "my cups empty so I was hoping by holding it in the air somehow magically it would fill itself " were anything to go by and the heated phone conversations.
It's 7:30 already she should be here with the paper, her laptop bag, glaring and all .
Now I really do sound like a stalker ,and I still haven't been able to finish this next chapter .

Writing out everything then typing it might be a major pain if the stack of papers sitting on the work counter had anything to say about it.

 I was gonna be in for a late night ..

There was something about the authenticity of doing this the "old fashioned way "
Suddenly there was a lovely enough brunette outfitted in a pinstripe clearing her throat in my line of sight interrupting my writing process and concentration
With a rather pointed "Ehmm " she snapped me out of my revoir hastily I set down my pen 

"I'd like to have my order now if that's ok with you " She raised an carefully trimmed eyebrow expression fierce looking by all appearances ready to go to war  for the sake of her caffeine fix...

Oh god I had no idea what that was ..
"I ordered a Parfait princess "
How did she sense my plight? 

The nickname though,  I mean seriously just because I'm blond! 

Secretly I couldn't help garnering a little thrill from the nickname she called me princess! Indirectly and in a scathing tone granted but that had to count for something, baby steps patience baby steps . Her expression easily  said I was pathetic, lowest of the low ....almost as if ...mind reader !

She chuckled lips twitching a bit at the corner into what passed as a small smile.
"I call you Princess because it's fitting you sit up there in that head of yours like a tower day dreaming about something or other  , and no your not pathetic just absent minded , this is my working face aka everyday resting bitch face  and no I'm not "
Not what ?
"A Mind reader "
I must of looked very god smacked because she follow that with ;
"You just have a highly expressive face.  " She said sounding more amused than irritated now .
Good.
Even if it was at my own expense .
Gotta keep the customer happy at all cost even IQ ..
Yeah I was so full of it .

That was two days ago. I haven't seen her since. Was it my fault?

Don't be rash I cautioned myself the world doesn't revolve around you there is probably a very relevant explanation.

A flash of brunette hair caught my eye and my heart leapt then sank, it was the short haired lady who was sometimes with her.

I tried to focus on the right now as I busied myself with filling the order  for the lady whilst she wiped her feet on the carpet rug. 

Our fingers brushed when I handed over the drink and it was like every other cliche, including but not limited two sparks complete with fourth of july firework , to shove a pair of scissors into a open socket (don't ask you do stupid stuff when you're in fourth grade ) effects of tingling fingers.

Shocked , I dropped the drink and it spilled all over my writing !

Pages of handwritten work , now all coated in coffee!

 "This can't be happening to me ! " Whether I meant the writing or the static transaction with the customer a moment ago I had no idea.

"Darlin I believe this is happening, here let me help" She had already grabbed some napkins and was doing her level best to sop up the spillage. 

No!

Rav and Jess were so close to the final and I wouldn't even get to see my favorite customer today! For this to happen now was-A pair of brown eyes met mine and she smiled apologetically "My names Amy sorry for all this , my friend comes  here every day she wanted me to give you this" -Fate.

"It's her number, the silly goose got tripped up by one of the dogs the other day and sprained her ankle! She still tried to come, but would only be placated if I promised to come in  her stead, she's terribly upset about the whole thing really you should giver her a call.  " 

She   laughed pausing for air . Did this lady even breath? I wonder if being able to say so much so fast is a miracle or a nightmare. 

Amy elbowed me whispering conspiratorially.  "She's acting like me when I was head over heels for Mark Letterberg, seriously it can't hurt to giver her the call. As a completely partial party to the whole thing and not so silent watcher I'm urging you to give her a call and say maybe ask her to something, like out soon,  maybe this month try at least next week. Please  before she throws something at the Tv from being confined to the sofa and watching Judge Judy to long."  

I blinked. Ok then. That puts things in perspective. 

"Here, let me  give you my uh number " I found myself saying " I can do you one better then next week and pick her up for diner or something, we can go out  tomorrow this week anytime after 5:30 pm it's a date" 

The girls could wait a while longer for their happily ever after because I sure wasn't going to wait for mine.

~Fin~