I Trust You

My Mother Knew A Witch

"So, how did it go?" Florinda asks, stepping into the elevator.

"Not well." Grace mumbles, clicking the 'P' button that leads to the staff parking bay. "It's like he can't answer questions about himself."

"What do you mean?" Florinda mutters, fixing up her make-up in the elevator mirror.

"I ask him simply questions." Grace says. " 'What do you do outside of work?' He can't answer. 'Are there any people who have helped you grow?' He can't answer that one either."

"That's strange."

Florinda leans closer to the mirror, turning her head to the left then the right before puckering her lips and throwing herself a quick wink.

"Maybe all he does is work?" She says, dragging her gaze away from her reflection.

"I don't think so. I mean working all day, 24/7, all the time sounds like torture. Why would anybody choose to do that to themselves?" Grace pinches her nose before shaking her head.

"Some people aren't social."

"But that's a bit extreme."

Grace quickly pulls out her hair tie, shaking her short, messy bed of curls.

That's a bit better.

Waltzing out the elevator, Grace and Florinda make their way towards the end of the parking bay, both their heels clicking against the grey, cement floor.

"The IT department is expecting his answers tonight so that they can load it on the website by tomorrow but he barely answered anything." Grace carefully zips open her Louis Vuitton bag, grabbing her car keys. "Looks like I'm going to have to make up something believable."

"That doesn't sound like a good idea." Florinda warns, unlocking her small, fiery red Fiat.

"I know but what else am I supposed to do?" Grace asks, opening her car door and tossing her bags onto the passenger seat before meeting Florinda's eyes.

"Don't do the website idea then especially, if you're just going to lie."

It's not that easy. I already told Linda about my idea, I can't just not do it.

"Whatever." Grace shrugs, stepping into her car. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye." Florinda answers, starting her car and driving out the parking bay

"I'm hungry." Grace mumbles, checking her mirrors before carefully easing out her parking spot. "To Kung-Fu Kitchen we go." She cheers, already smelling the aroma of order 344.

"344?"

Grace nods at the small Chinese woman working the till today.

"Okay, you go sit." The woman answers, pointing towards an empty table near the back.

"Thank you." Grace murmurs, winding past the occupied tables and chair, careful not to bump into anybody.

Sitting down, Grace looks out the window into the starry night sky attempting to forget today's stresses and focusing on the vague constellations visible in the well lit area.

Caught you Orion's Belt.

Kung-Fu Kitchen has been Grace's safe haven for a very long time. Its soft colours, comfort food, cheap prices and the small fact that she lives just across the road has made this little restaurant her second home.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

And they're like its better than yours