Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality Resounds a Siren Call"
(Pt. 2)
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12: ?? AM (Blame it on the alcohol, I guess)
Encontrarse, Downtown Square
I instantly duck and hide in my chair, hoping that the seat cushion would just swallow me.
Fuck! Why did I just do that?
I should've played it down and pretended that I was looking at something over his shoulder.
But no-o-o, I had to duck and cover like a creepy fangirl guilty of gawking.
He probably thinks I'm a stalker or something.
I bang my head against the table.
My head lolls to the side, catching the few curious stares from a couple of teenage girls at a table nearby.
"What'cha looking at?" I demand in a slurring tone.
I could feel red stains blotting the skin of my ears and neck. Apparently, my internal scream was more like a physical 'scream'.
Tilly, wherever you are, I need coffee. I'm turning insane by the sec!
Soon enough, with the divine grace from the heavens, Tilly arrives back at my booth.
"Sorry about the wait, there were some issues with another customer."
I look up and peek through my lashes.
She places an empty mug and a decanter on the table while holding a coffee pot in her other hand.
I lift my head off the table and sit properly.
"Here you go," she expertly pours coffee on the mug then reaches for the decanter.
With a few sleights of hands, she makes a classic leaf design on the top of my coffee.
"Neat trick," I comment, inhaling the rich, yet light and the subtle, wine-y scent of the Arabica beans.
"It's still a work in progress, but I finally convinced Will to teach me. He's volunteering at the kitchen. Freddie's with him right now, while I cover for Papá," she smiles at the mention of her precious 3-year-old ankle-biter.
She grabs a seat nearby and sits across from me.
I blow the coffee for a bit, and unable to wait, take a generous sip.
I heave a sigh.
I look up gratefully at Tilly and smile. "Thank you."
"De Nada,"* she waves off and flicks her gaze at something behind us.
