Emma

chapter two

November 26, 2016

Me and Emily hung out today, we took pictures and laughed really hard. It's the first time I've felt good in a while. I met her at track practice, and surprisingly, we had a lot in common. I hope this friendship will last.
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I FOUND OUT the journals owner is named Emma. I wonder where she is now. She may be somewhere in the city, or in a completely different country. I didn't know, and that was terrifying. The world was so big, and someone could have something so small, but bigger than the Earth.
I've limited myself to trying to read a single entry per day. Even though it's not really my business, I need to find this girl and narrow down her location so I can return her journal.
What if I do find her? What do I say?
Hey, I'm the guy that read your diary and decided to track you down and give it back. Hope you don't mind me knowing all your secrets. I promise I won't tell.
A star wars theme song erupts from my phone, and a goofy picture of Johnny pops up.
"Yes?" I answer.
"Hey, I was just wondering if ya wanted to go to Jamstock and buy some coffee." He asks hopefully through the phone.
"Sure. What time?"
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And that's how we got into this mess.
Johnny is currently trying to calm down a raging guy he bumped into. And split coffee all over.
"What do you fucking mean it was an accident! You ruined my designer shirt!" The angry, unusually tall and built man yells, gathering the attention of all the other customers.
Jamstock employees start to file out of the backroom to see what was the matter.
They calmly walk up to Mr. Giant and tap his shoulder. Of course it had to be one of the harmless looking employees. I bet the other employees were in the back shaking with fear.
The woman gently taps him on the shoulder, gathering his attention. "What seems to be the matter, sir?" Her little, yet powerful voice asks. The other employees are looking at two with fear, or looking the woman with fear.
I watch on confusedly, what could this tiny woman do?
"This jackass ruined my fucking shirt!" The man roars in her face.
He must have spit in her face, because she slowly wiped it off, and put on the deadliest glare I've ever seen. It was like the kind of glare mothers scold their children with. Fucking deadly.
The man instantly shrunk back, looking towards the ground.
"Listen here, you have 1 minute to get out of my cafe. I will not tolerate child-like behaviors. This is adult hood, not the first day of Pre-K." She stands up to the man, meeting his scared gaze with her deadly look. "Out." She points to the door, and the man rushes out, leaving the whole cafe in a stunned silence.
"Damn, she's hot as fuck." Johnny whispers to me, making me roll my eyes.
She glares at his retreating figure, before turning towards Johnny with a smile painting her features. "Is there anything I can do sir to make you feel more comfortable and forget about the situation? A free coffee? A free-"
"Your number." Johnny interrupts. A blush finds its way onto the woman's cheeks.
The employees look stunned to see the woman blush.
"If that will make you have a delightful experience, I guess so." She says, still blushing.
Johnny looks towards me with a triumphant look on his face. I glare at him for being so straightforward. Let's just say Johnny could be a douche sometimes.