Black

XLII

The sweet aroma of the coffee shop tickled my senses, the coffee refreshing my stomach and making it churn.

The place was busy this time; the various tables were almost all packed with people eating or drinking something as they enjoyed the soft 80's song playing in the background.

Even though it was mid-October in New York, the sun outside shone down on the people and showered the city with energy and happiness to start off the day with.

He stood there, leaning against the counter that separated the kitchen from the tables of the coffee shop, playing with the rings on his fingers.

The sun complemented his features so well. His hair was pushed back by a black ray-bans that once covered his eyes from the stinging light of the sun; his face the definition of beautiful.

His green eyes, even from a distance, looked strongly attractive and pure; his posture showed the calm state he was in.

I didn't want to scrutinize the tables too carefully—the people and their eyes that were probably upon him.

Even though I wouldn't blame them.

"Mrs. Black, can you hear me?" The voice that belonged to the manager who occupied the space in front of me made me snap my attention back to him.

"Yeah," I lied and nodded.

He seemed warm-hearted, his hazel eyes only radiated kindness. His hair that was almost white fell down on his forehand, covering some wrinkles that took place there.

"Then you are to work all week except for Wednesdays and Thursdays; they will all be shifts after school, okay?"

I nodded again.

I was past grateful for him being friendly. I was going to need that.

"Then I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow," I assured him.

He smiled and gave me a curt nod before walking past me to what I figured was his small office.

I sagged in relief, relieving my shoulders from the straight posture.

Hopefully, I would last here and not get kicked out. I loved the place. I have loved it ever since Harry brought me here, the cozy aroma the shop held and the calm vibes made me want to sit here for as long as I could.

That useless and small part of me thought of how this would be my favorite place to draw and paint peacefully.

Harry looked up at me and smiled hesitantly, his fingers now playing with his lips, as I walked towards him.

"Got the job?" He asked huskily.

I looked around the place, breathing in the scent one more time.

This was going to be where I spend quarter of my day, maybe most of it on some days. This was where I would 'take my mind off everything.'

"Yeah, I did," I said, lost in the beauty of the place.

My eyes fell on the table that we sat on the first time we came here. That day was hectic.