My Little Love (Discontinued)

9

nine

"Flynn is gone," I announced as we were eating the crepes that Macia made for breakfast.

Henrik looked up from his plate, his mouth full.

"I mean, I haven't known him long, but he's my friend," I continued, shoving a forkful of crepe into my mouth.

"Everyone who knows Flynn pretty much loves him," Henrik said, swallowing.

"I can understand why, he's very nice and funny," I smiled at the thought of Flynn, "I can't wait for him to come back."

"You can hang out with me instead?" Henrik offered, "If you want."

"That would be nice," I thanked him.

"Well, well, well," Macia walked into the dining room with another plate of crepes, "who wants thirds?"

"I think we're good, mom," Henrik answered for us. I was stuffed and from the look of it so was Henrik.

"More for me!" Macia smiled and sat down next to us. "What are the plans for today?"

"I think I should take Amoret out to eat-" Henrik turned to me, "What do you think?"

"Oh, that's a wonderful idea!" Macia exclaimed, answering before I even had the chance to. She began smiling at the both of us.

"Yes," I agreed, "it is."

"There's a nice place to eat down the street, a woman named Silvia owns it. There's good food, I think you'll like it," Henrik told me, holding his empty plate and offering his hand to me so that he could take my plate.

I handed him mine as I thought about what tonight would mean. The thought of going out to dinner made me happy, it was different from eating in a basement, even now with the open window in the room made me feel a certain way that I couldn't explain. A type of freedom, maybe.

It was much nicer than what I was used to.

"That means you can wear one of my newest designs I gave you! Perfect for date night!" Macia smiled at me, sending me a small wink.

"Oh, it's not a da-" I began with a small giggle of a laugh but Henrik cut me off before I could finish.

"Thanks, Mom," Henrik said to her.

That was all for breakfast.

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Henrik waited until it got dark out to bring up the idea of taking me out again but when he did I felt like I was being rushed out the door to make it on time, so, I was now getting ready with the help of Macia.

I stood in front of my mirror wearing a dark blue dress that clung to my hips and stopped at my ankles. It was tight and the fabric reminded me of my gloves, something I forgot to ask for.

Macia came into my room, her presence was something made up of confidence and sweetness. She offered to do my hair and since I was missing my mama, I happily said yes.

"I must say, I'm not much of a hair person but I know how to do a few good braids," Macia greeted as she came through the doorway with my new comb in hand.