Just a dream

Torreto's

I parked my pink 1995 Toyota Supra Turbo in front of Torreto's. The gang wasn't here but a familiar blue car was. I hopped out and into the sweltering heat wishing I had bought that cheap hand held fan when I saw it in the store. I spotted Mia leaning against the counter and talking to a guy with dirty brown hair.
"Mia!" I waved catching her attention. I took a step forward and a car sped right in front of me nearly side swiping me.
"What the hell!" I yelled. The car swerved back around and jerked to a stop. Letty damn near fell out the car laughing. I ran over, as fast as I could, in my wedges. I raised my purse above my head and swung it down at her.
"You little bitch," I said trying to stifle a laugh myself.
"I'm sorry Phylli...I had to," she gasped through her laughing fit. I walked away and paused watching the gangs cars all file in line.  I walked down to the shop and walked into the back.
"Wassup Dom, when you gonna fix the damn AC?" I said leaning on the screen. He simply shrugged his shoulders. Probably in one of his Dom moods again. I walked back out into the front. Mia walked from behind the counter and gave me hug.
"What are you up to pretty girl?" She asked.
"Nothin', trying to kill some time before I go back to work," I picked up a bag of sunflower seeds and gave her the dollar bill.
"Don't worry about it Phyllis, you're family," she said and walked back behind the counter. Vince had just walked in and I rolled my eyes.
"Bye Mia, bye Dom!" I said and walked out because what ever was causing Vince's nostrils to flare up I didn't want to be a part of.

Downtown L.A.

"Phyllis, you're late...again," my boss Robert said sternly following behind me. I sat down at my cubicle and opened the pack of sunflower seeds.
"Well, Rob, maybe my break should be longer— hey!" He snatched the bag out my hand and tossed them in the trash.
"Next time you're late, you're fired," he yelled. It seemed as if all the chatter in the department stopped. I stood up and looked him in his pimple filled face.
"Next time you snatch something out of my hand you won't have one!" I yelled trying to equally match his tone. He scoffed and walked away. Sitting back down my desk neighbor, Delaney, wheeled her chair back and into view.
"What was that?" She whispered. I rolled my eyes and began typing up my last report. The next few hours went by quickly of me just doing data entry and calling customers. I worked for an insurance company and it was the bane of my existence. I picked up my phone and instantly regretted.
"Ma'am, I have been on hold for at least an hour! When can I speak to your manager?" I knew her all too well. Mrs. Hartwell, a 72 year old woman who constantly commits petty accidents, to her own car, to milk any money from us that she can.
"Give me a moment Mrs. Hartwell," I placed her on hold and dialed Rob's number.
"What!" Rob yelled.
"Hartwell, line 3." I said curtly and hung up the phone. I looked at the time and smiled.
"I'm out of here girl," I said to Delaney who was slumped at her desk. She was sleep but managed to give me a little wave.  I grabbed my things and walked out to the garage.

It was already night time and a cool breeze whipped through the warm air. I could smell the slow cooked ribs that came from the restaurant across the street. I walked up to the third floor garage shifting through my keys. 
"You never did pay attention to your surroundings," I jumped and dropped my keys on the ground. I looked and a dirt bike was parked in front of my car.
"Johnny," I said quickly picking up my keys. He uncrossed his arms and walked over.
"In the flesh baby—," he said.
"No, you lost the right to call me baby a long time ago!" I said walking away from him. I climbed into my car and rolled down the window.
"Move this piece of shit!"
"No, I don't think so...not until I get another chance," he said leaning on the door.
"Oh yeah? Well, you wouldn't need to worry about a second chance if you had defended me against your racist ass family while we were dating. Dating a black woman isn't a crime." I rolled up my window and rolled over his bike. He pounded on the window and the hood shouting and cursing but I kept going until I got over the bike and onto flat ground.  I turned on my radio and headed for Torreto's house.