One Smile Please

Chapter Twenty Three

One Smile Please

Chapter Twenty Three:

"One latte and one hot chocolate please. Drinking in." I order at the counter. When the employee finished making the drinks I thanked her and went to find Simon. He had volunteered to come with me to see who this Oscar Smith guy was and if he was the right type of material to take care of Cece. Jenny would have come, but someone needed to take care of Cece.

After the fire incident we were all shaken up but it had been over a week and everyone was recovering. I had gotten a call from Fraser telling me this Oscar guy - who's Cece's father by the way - wanted to see Cece, I decided to take the contact details from Fraser and call this guy up myself. After that phone call Fraser started blanking me out again, although he seemed unusually pissed after I told him about the car on fire thing.

I also hadn't been having nightmares lately... which was surprising because once they started they didn't leave for at least a month or two. They all stopped the day after I woke up with Fraser's hand in mine which I found quite odd.

Glancing out, I realise the weather is getting colder but what can you expect with British weather? Do you know what I think about British weather?! I think it's fucking bipolar. I mean one second the suns shining, the sky's clear. The next, it's hailing like there's no tomorrow! It's the one thing that annoys me about this country. Seriously dude, just make up your mind! But then again it was October... Though last week it was quite sunny... See!

Whilst my eyes are skimming the atmosphere outside I pick up something rather chaotic. A man was crossing the road when he bumps into a cyclist. Then he dives into apologising like he's Canadian. Literally his hands are flying everywhere and even though I can't hear him, he's obviously saying he's sorry because of the look on his face and all. The biker has an aggravated look on his face and he pushes past the man and cycles away. The man looks down shamefully. Then he proceeds walking but trips and falls. He looks around as if to make sure no ones looking but it's midday meaning it was quite busy. The poor guy gets up, dusts himself off, puts his head high and keeps walking. I was impressed.

But then he starts walking into the cafe we're at. Wait was he Oscar Smith? It could just be someone random right? But he was wearing a plain white polo shirt and blue jeans. That's what he said he would be wearing. He also had thick black glasses, which to his benefit made him look quite cute. Additionally he had brown hair like he said he had.

As he walked in he yet again bumped into someone. This time it was a customer and she was holding her coffee which was now on the floor. This guy was probably the clumsiest piece of shit known to man. Outside he tripped on literally air and in the space of a minute he's bumped into more strangers than I talk to in a week.

"I think that's him," I mutter to Simon who's head is on the table encased by his arms. Was he sleeping? I elbowed the sucker, hard.

"Shit! What?!" Simon asked in agony, jolting up.

"He's here!" I hissed back.

"Who? Oh..."

I looked back up to see Oscar apologising to the woman he bumped into quite profusely. Next he paid the woman triple of what her drink probably costed and looked around for us. When his eyes rested on us, he started walking towards us. With an extremely worried look.

"Hi," he says whilst taking a seat. "You are Charlotte Rae right?" I nod and note his slightly Scottish accent.

"Yeah, and hey." I reply offering him my hand. He shakes it.

"And I'm Simon," my friend adds also extending his arm.

"Oscar, Oscar Smith."

"We know."