That Bitch..

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It was Wednesday around five p.m. I was sitting in my room on my bed thinking - I was trying to read some book, I mean - I was trying to pretend to read some book, so I keep myself occupied. It was around seven p.m. yesterday evening, when I met Karmel. I was tempted to go and see if he will come today, but at the same time I really did not want to know..i really did not care that much I guess.

I had my cell next to me - just in the case if Max call..Stupid me. I went to the bathroom when my cell started to ring..i rushed back to my bed - it was my brother.

"..hallo?" Why is he calling me? My stomach twisted for a second, but the calmness in his voice made me fell better.

"Hey Sis, how are you? I just dropped mom off at the airport..Just wanted to tell you that she left for her vacation.."

Vacation?

"What do you mean? Where did she go?"

"Spain.."

Oh. I remember her talking about it. Wasn't she supposed to leave in summer?

"When will she come back?"

"On Monday..Hey, I have to go..I call you soon..Love you."

I crossed my arms on my breast. My mom is dating - Ralph..image of him standing naked in our living room flashed through my mind - i shook it off. I took shower and as I was blow drying my hair I decided to go to Cafe..I can wait for Max - who likes me, but is not in love with me or just go chase my luck in the big city. I'm young and I will never be younger...

I put my make up on, I put on my new Diesel jeans and white top with cardigan  and I hit the city. Sun was already down. Closer I was getting to the Cafe, I was getting nervous. What if he is there? What will I tell him? Will he think that i want him? I don't want him...So why am I coming here? I stopped on the red light right across from the Cafe. I was trying to see if I can see him..Nobody was looking familiar. Hmmm..Should I go inside or not? I passed the green light to go..No. I'm not going in.. I turned back, but in the end I find myself opening the glass door of the Cafe. He was not there..i looked around as I was ordering my Mocha..maybe he is at the bathrooms..

"For here or to go?" Short dorky looking guy with curly hair asked me.He looked very annoyed by his work at the Cafe. What a pleasure to have him taking my order.

I opened my mouth to answer, but male's voice from behind answer for me.. it was familiar voice. I turned my head - it was Karmel.

"To go." He said.

I did not know what to say. "Hi." It seemed to be the easiest...

"Hey..you ready?"

"For what?"

He smiled. We took a tram to Swell street, there was small restaurant. "Are you taking me for dinner?"  I asked when he opened the door for me.

As I entered I understood. Karmel's art was display in that small restaurant. It was Moroccan restaurant. It smelled like a spices inside.