When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 3: Millie

 Hester looked tense after talking to her fiance on the phone. I guessed it was him because of the 'love you too' she said over the phone. But the tension didn't seem to affect her prettiness. Wow!! She coul pull any look off. Lucky girl. Her skin was fair like white- ghost fair , her electric blue eyes just pierced and her black hair was so thick . A couple guys at the tables were eyeing her shapely body. Maybe that's why we even had buisness. The ogglers only brought smoothies, the cheapest and not so refined thing on the white rose menu.

I handed the change over to the little girl at the counter, told her to wait for her order and went to Hester after telling Max to take care of the order.

"What's wrong?",I asked as she chewed her nails anxiously.

"My in-laws are moving here." I was about to ask her why that was bad but then I remembered.

"Oh you're not supposed to be working. Are you?"

"No....His family aren't even too keen on me. The last thing they need to know is that I'm working now and that to with gorgas."

"Gorgas?'

I kept on forgetting because she told me a lot about her culture in one go. "Non travelling folk."

"Oh yeah, i remember now." Gypsies or Romanis as they liked being called fascinated me since Hester came to work here. I had seen her in college but we didn't really talk to our seniors. There was a lot we didn't understand about them. She told me that cleanliness and hygiene were the first and foremost principles and honour, justice,respect to elders and purity..

A lot of people gave her odd looks because of all her bling. I wouldn't ever have the guts to wear all that. I'd be too conscious of myself.

"What am I gonna do?", she asked.

"Stay off work for a while?"

"No we're on the last payment of our caravan."

"I'm lost then."

"He said he'll think of something. I don't want to move back in with Dad. Did I tell you Onas's Nana is so strict about gypsy ways. She's nice but it's so obvious that she doesn't like me,"she babbled.

"Calm down", I said.

"She insisted on moving here because a bunch of girls talked to a gorga boy."

I raised my eyebrows. "That's a bit extreme. Isn't it?"

"Excuse me", said a customer.

"Take a break for a while", I said. She went into the kitchen. I dealt with the customers. There weren't many that day. Things were even more quiet around 6 pm so we had a snack and decided to close early. I sat with Hester.

"Millie what am I gonna do?"

I shrugged. I couldn't tell her to leave. She worked harder than any of us.

The wind chime above the door rang and into the foyer stepped four guys that looked like gangsters you saw in movies. The tallest was in a blue shirt and cream khakhis.

"Sorry, we're about to close,"I said getting up.They gave me a look. The tallest looked over my shoulder.

"HESTER!!", he called. I moved to the side before he barged into me. I didn't recognise Onas from last night. I saw him in the light of a street light. He actually looked good in a roughish way with dark hair, hollow cheeks,dark eyes; a bit like a werewolf in twilight. I turned to the other three. Two of them were brunette and dark eyed but shorter than Onas. The older one was in a white tee and jeans while the younger was in brown khakhi trousers and a red top with a tribal design. The smaller one  had a touch of green to his brown eyes. The third was the tallest out of the four and better built. His skin was less tanned than theirs. He was dressed in a grey shirt that hugged his built torso and black khakhi shorts. He had threaded wrist bands, well they all did but the others had the same blue, red and brown ones on with grey wooden beads. His was in black and dark geen threads and brown beads.  A tip of a black and white tattoo peaked out of sleeve on his arm. He had a little stubble and short black hair that was actually quite thick with a little standing out in front. He turned and I saw that his eyes were like green marbles. I looked away.

"Take a seat", I pointed to a table. They obediantly sat down.

"Move to Brighton with your dad?", asked Onas shocked."It won't come to that. We'll try and get them not to see the shop. Just be careful in the meantime." I turned to the others. Was the black haired boy looking at me?

"Would you like something?" They shook their heads. I left and went into the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, Judy and Dilly came into the kitchen poking through the blinds to discreetly eye the cutest gypsy boy. Too bad, they didn't know there was no chance.

The foursome left after a while. The black haired boy was hot. I shook my head and put everything into the cupboards then closed the shop. I got my coat and bag and left. Ben wasn't feeling too well and didn't come to work so it'd be a lonely walk home. I heard noises on the other side of the wood as I walked. That ground had always been empty. I looked through the trees crouching behind a bush. Children were running about. Some one was lighting a bonfire. My heart pumped. I might be able to find which one his caravan is. Would they take it as an offence if they saw me? Thank God the sun set earlier  that day.