She Is, Was, Will Be [girlxgirl]

Four

Nadine

It was raining. Hard. As much as I liked the comfort this type of weather offered me, it felt a little gloomier than deemed necessary. I don’t really want let the weather change my mood. Even though I have already anticipated the rain to come, I didn’t actually expect it be this heavy. You could practically feel the vibration of the thunder through the air which is very heavy and humid, instead of a cool breezy one that you usually experience and expect whenever it rains. The sun, which was partly covered by the heavy looking clouds, wasn’t even a quarter away from setting, but I could see the flash of the lightning against the wall that I was facing.

Being me, I gazed off the window having no idea what to do. I was racking my brain right now for any idea to be productive but like any other day in my life, I felt completely useless. There was this list I saw online on how to be happy. One of things listed there was to draw a sun and stick it to the window whenever it rains. How was that supposed to make you feel better? Wouldn’t it be stupid to rely on a paper stuck on the window to be happy whenever it rains? I should totally do something rather than opposing other people’s belief on how to be happy. As if I knew something about that.

Random things have occupied my mind for a moment, but from time to time, my mind will go back to the pretty redhead girl I met at the café, trying to remember how she looks like. Her long flaming hair, eyes that are astonishingly blue, face so imperfectly perfect that those imperfections only make her prettier. Who was she? And why was it the first time I saw her, it was at Fondling’s Cup—the café. I trusted myself to have lived here long enough to know people in our area. Why would someone have a job if they don’t live in that certain place? My reasoning skill wasn’t bad, but I couldn’t really find anything special at working at a coffee shop so important that you will have to live away just to work.

Why did I even want to know her so badly? What if she’s someone you wouldn’t want to be as a friend? What did I know about making friends? The idea seemed stupid, but the fact that it was her made my want to gag less.

The rain miraculously stopped but the sky was still grey and heavy. I decided that moping around wouldn’t help me solve the lingering mystery of the redheaded girl so I went back to the coffee shop.

The moment that I was able to see the inside of the shop, I already searched the vicinity for a redhead. I was already inside the coffee shop but I still haven’t found the person I was looking for. Eyeing me curiously, Jeff greeted me with an oh-you’re-here-again-but-I-am-not-surprised “Hey.”

Slightly disappointed, I just replied, “Hey yourself,” with a bored tone.

Jeff and I went to the same high school and were, at the very least friends, so we both know each other quite well. He would and should have probably figured out by now that I was looking for someone. “Why are you all by yourself right now?” I knew that by asking that, I’d give up the fact that I was really looking for someone, which intriguing enough to pass as something to gossip about, if we were in high school. There would be a lingering question: Who would she be looking for?

“Well, people’s been out of town, you know, having a vacation and all. But if you’re looking for someone, you know you’re asking the right guy,” he said with a smirk completely proving my hypothesis. I really didn’t mind.

“The new girl,” I just said to cut our conversation short. I wasn’t really up for a long conversation, because I was already way to excited to have a talk about the bad weather.

“Someone’s getting pissed,” he noted jokingly. He would always do that. Twisting words, and making out things that you didn’t really mean. At first, it pissed me off that I would snap at him every time he did that, but eventually, I grew too tired to care.