Cappuccino

Unexpected.

Brina
Can I come over before we head to the gathering place?

Me
Yeah, hurry!

Semester had been going on for approximately one month and a half. Time had passed by rather quickly due to lab practices and reports I've had going. Brina and I figured we'd sign up for this cateringservice. At first it started of as nothing too serious but I had come to really enjoy it, and so did Brina. We worked together with a bunch of people our age and despite my incapabilities I had befriended some great people.

My father fixed my black tie just as I descended the stairs. Pulling a strand of hair behind my ear that managed to withstand the power of hairspray. It was a pain in the ass to flat iron my hair, taking up too much of my time. Whenever I had to work for catering I would do so. It was probably not the best for my hair, but I liked it this way as well. "You look neat, my little girl." I swatted his arm. He'd still call me his little girl, despite being twenty one of age.

He probably did it to annoy me, which obviously worked every time. I was little in the sense that I barely reached 5'5, always wished to be a bit taller. There was this time I used to drink soy drinks, one after the other having heard somewhere it made you grow. It either didn't work or it was already too late since I barely grew an inch since I was 13. The sound of the doorbell going off was my queue to leave. My father wishing me a great day at work this Saturday.

"You took your bike?" Brina shrugged. "My mother didn't want me to drive the car since I almost crashed it last time." I laughed as I recalled the story, it wasn't that causing an accident was funny whatsoever. Though it was just really stupid of her to almost crash into their gate because she was distracted by her neighbour running by in just his basketbal shorts. She's had a thing for him from the start. I unlocked my bike that rested against the front wall. It was a habit of mine, this way I could quickly hop on and head for the road. I slid my keys into the side pocket of my bag, zipping it up. It was a tendency of mine to loose everything and I wasn't really keen on losing the key to my house, neither my bike.

...

I found it rather convenient the catering staff would always drive together with people from the organisation, to our location for the day. I liked to not worry about traffic and cars neither did I like the vehicle in general. It was big and dangerous and I didn't want to be held responsible for causing an accident. I had my drivers license for a while now, about two years maybe. However in those two years I had only used my father's car a handful of times, trying to avoid it as much as possible which made me use my bike to get to campus and go around the city. It could be quite a burden at times, knowing I lived about thirty minutes away.

"So what's the occasion today?" I ask noone in particular. Amazed I stared out in front of me. Grandeur dripping off from every corner. The entrance to this building was one I hadn't seen before, or at least not in person. I had seen a couple of red carpet walks where famous people would show of their clothing to the world, free promotion for brands, sort of. This had a similar vibe going on but the carpet was a deep green for whatever reason, golden stands giving shape to the pathway, attached to each other with big heavy robes. What made it so beautiful was the way how tree branches draped over the pathway, a natural overhang. I loved this place.

"Some business gathering, Ryan told me it's going to be really chique and high end. One of the nicest gigs they've ever been booked for."

"You can definitely tell." I told Max whom stood beside me. I looked to my right, and noticed Brina was no longer standing next to me. Suddenly she was yelling at us to follow her inside, where we were expected to be.