A Pie in The Sky

Prologue

She was walking, not paying attention to her surroundings. She had had a bad day, a terrible day in fact, she was lost in saddened thoughts and before she knew it, she was hit by a car. The driver didn't hit and run but instead drove her to the hospital, before she drifted asleep, the last person she saw was her lover and the doctor.

Chapter 1

The alarm begins to ring which means it is morning. She hates mornings but to be fair very few people enjoy early mornings. she gets up, she must, because it is eight o clock and Belts, the coffee shop she works for, with the unreasonable name opens in an hour. This simply means she is late, reality finally slaps her in the face and she rushes out of bed and into the bathroom, she quickly brushes her teeth but doesn't take a shower because she can't. She can't because it takes roughly thirty minutes to style her black natural afro and twenty minutes to get to work if she walks like a racing cheetah put in slow mode. Unluckily for her, employees must clock in at least ten minutes before the shop opens, so she uses roughly ten minutes to detangle her hair and style it into a messy bun then folds the black bandana she wears every day and ties her hair.

Who is she? you may be wondering, well she is Daya, a twenty-two-year-old African with black medium sized round eyes which she sometimes made blue, a Nubian nose, big plum yet subtle apple shaped lips and a round face. She was undeniably a beauty, she wore an American size twelve on the upper part of her body and a size ten below, this was because she had big boobs of between the sizes thirty-six to forty D, DD or sometimes E. one couldn't say she was fat but also couldn't call her thin. she was dark skinned but not too dark neither was she light, she was in-between and had silky darkish skin. On days when she is being extra friendly with the coconut oil, she glows.

Daya was Nigerian but lives in New York, she just moved there. Daya lived in a small apartment in New York city. It had one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. It had been only five months since she moved, and she was satisfied with where she lived because it took her forever to find the place and she knew she wasn't going to live there for long because she had big hopes for the future. She was very beautiful and smiled with her whole face, whenever she smiles, you smile.

Daya put on her favourite black shirt and black distressed jeans, although it was about forty degrees outside, she wasn't one to wear shorts no matter how hot it was. Daya was very fashionable and loved to wear lots of colour but recently has been wearing a lot of black. Whenever someone asked her the reason for her transition she would just smile then say ''I am going through a phase''. One could call it a phase but that would be putting it mildly.

She bursts into Belts twenty minute late happy to have made it, but her manager was very unhappy to see her because unfortunately for her, this wasn't the first, second or even twentieth time she was late. She could tell her manager had had enough of her, Daya smiled at her but she shrugged her off. She woke up on the worst side of the bed today and was looking for who to transfer all that aggression to and lucky for her, Daya was late. She walked to her with a calm grin on her face then said ''please go back home because you are fired, come get your pay check tomorrow. Thank you ''. Daya felt all kinds of emotions, she had to because she needed this job. She thought to herself

''how am I going to pay rent?''

''how am I going to buy food?''

''should I beg?''

''should I cry?''

After going to space for a minute, she decided to beg but her manager wasn't listening. Daya really was fired. She walked home slowly, not like she had anything to look forward to at home. She kicked off her five-dollar shoes and laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. She began to cry, Daya never cries, at least she tries to. She stands up and googles jobs in New York, the list is way too long, and she decides to narrow her search. She then types in jobs in New York city and scans through the list, after about an hour of annoying job descriptions and hopeless sent applications, she gives up and goes to sleep. She wakes up weirdly chipper and decides to search again. She was playing alternative music in the background, Daya always wondered what it really meant, she saw it under genre for most of her favourite songs but never really understood it. Before continuing the search for a job, she decided to search "what is alternative music" on google, after a few minutes she realized it was a waste of time because google was talking about rock, pop and other genres mixed together. So, she concluded that alternative music was like slower pop and much more sensible rock mixed in one and all she knew was she loved it. Most people don't expect her to love alternative music because she was very extroverted. Daya knew she wasn't just an extrovert, she knew she was also an introvert and after a quick internet search and a few quizzes she decided she was an ambivert. She had a lot of extrovert characters when with her friends, most she doesn't even like but, not because she was a bitch but because they were genuinely bad people. She was an introvert when she was alone or with her friends she liked most. Daya was very friendly, outspoken and confident, she knew she was an ambivert because she could perform tasks alone or in groups, social settings don't make her uncomfortable, but she always gets tired of being around people too much. She loves being the centre of attention but not for long, she gets lost in thoughts and in conversation, small talk doesn't make her uncomfortable, but it does get boring and people can't decide whether she is quiet or highly social.

Daya decided to go back to her search for a job, after about five minutes she saw something that interested her. The job title read "professional maid needed", the description read

"Professional maid needed

No experience necessary

Professional in terms of needed for professional cleaning not a professional maid.

You know what I mean.

Payment: 20 dollars an hour, five hours a day and five days a week

Send CV to tammydexter"

"

She found this incredibly funny and decided to apply because she needed a job and the pay was right. After sending her CV, she messaged Butch and asked him if he wanted to hang out, Butch was one of the few people she liked, he was like her best friend, but they never talked about it, it was just natural. He was very eccentric and introverted to other people but, introverted, free and almost extroverted when with Daya. He loved her but in a completely non-sexual way. Some people are just meant to be friends. Butch came to the front of her house with some weed and beer because he heard the news and just loved to smoke. Butch was a light skinned black African, he was also Nigerian and that was what made them interested in each other. They met a year ago just a week after Daya had just moved to New York after University, at a library close to where they both live. Daya went to the library to get a novel she didn't want to buy online, she asked the librarian if they had "Renegades" by Olagunju Oyindamola, the librarian looked at her in confusion before Daya remembered it was an African book and it wasn't likely to be in the library at least yet, so she apologized and left. As she was leaving, her books fell and as she picked them up she overheard Butch asking the librarian if they had some Manga, she turned and as expected the librarian said "No" in annoyance, so he left without even saying thank you. He was smoking a cigarette in front of the library and Daya walked up to him then said "Manga at the library, how clever", he smirked then replied, "I see you just left Nigeria, that is why you are asking for books with funny author names at a library in New York", he further explained how he was bored and wanted to see her reaction . She laughed then said "Hi I am Daya, I am Nigerian and actually just moved here", he replied "well hi Daya, I am Butch, I am also Nigerian but has lived here almost my whole life, that is why I have a very Americanised accent and I am deeply shocked you know what manga is". They continued to talk for about thirty minutes before Butch realised he had finished smoking his cigarette, so he pointed that out then they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. They talked most days and found more things they had in common and became amazing friends from there.

Butch had a small afro and was growing his beards out, he had medium hooded eyes, a medium refined nose, plum wide pink lips and medium sized ears, he was six feet, quite slender and was twenty-five years old. He had finished university a year ago and was just taking a break before he began working full time, he studied Aerospace engineering and due to the stress of university decided to take a three-year break, he had a trust fund to keep him going. He said hi to Daya as she came out the door, they sat on the stairs and he proceeding to light his finely rolled joint. He decided to narrate his latest porn adventure to make her laugh, he told her how he accidently got trapped in tentacle porn and somehow liked it. Daya responded by telling him how gross she thought that was and how he needed to get a girlfriend soon. They soon landed in a debate as Butch started talking about his growing disbelief in love because of a few heartbreaks and how he believes unconditional love is a myth. Daya knew he was lying and was a romantic pretending, and he knew she knew. Daya told him about the job and he convinced her it would be great opportunity and experience, as he passed her the joint and made some jokes.