Epistles [Book 1]: Mr. Nobody | Complete

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Dear Mr. Nobody,
Our world's collided. It was sudden and threatening. The air was thick and suffocating, yet something about that afternoon was perfect. That day I had ordered a coffee and sat right by the window in the café. The street was busy, and I gazed into it until the sky melted into an orange and lilac shade. That little bell above the door rang, dragging me out of my thoughts. That was You. Rêveur. You came at a time I didn't need you to. And I hate you for it.

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Day One.
13-02-2015

"Jasmine... I'm not dramatic, okay?" I shot her a glance, "Jesse's just... Jesse."

"Uh-huh." Jas rolled her eyes and continued to roll out some dough.

"He can be overwhelming at times, but...what more could I ask for?"

"Well. As long as you're happy." She flashed a bright smile.

We were at Le Café Chocolat, where we worked. Jasmine was my closest friend, since we had basically grown up together. I didn't know what I'd do without her.

I carefully grated a block of cheese over a silver bowl, then sprinkled the shreds evenly over some flattened dough.

The café was full that day, like no other. Groups of people bustled in and out. Jasmine and I had been working all morning on an order of fifteen pizzas. All the other bakers and chefs had their individual tasks.

It was an overwhelming kind of busy- nothing like we were used to.

Minutes later, someone entered the kitchen. It was Saïd, one of our head baristas. 

"Voilà!" His French accent was still as thick as the day we met, "Refreshments, mademoiselles!"

Saïd held out a serving plate with a tall bottle of wine and three fancy glasses. His forest green eyes glistened convincingly.

"Aw merci," Jasmine's soft voice was traced with pity, "But we really shouldn't. We're packed."

She motioned to the array of ingredients on the counter.

"Oui! Full house today," he let out a miserable sigh and placed the dish on an empty table.

I glanced through the small window at the top of the kitchen door. Our indoor and outdoor areas were overflowing with people. That was unusual.

A long hour had passed when Jas and I finally finished. I removed my chef's hat and sauce-stained aprons, placing them in their respective baskets.

"I just need to get home," I said to myself, washing my hands a final time.

When I returned to the kitchen, Saïd and Jasmine were at the table talking casually. They occasionally stole suggestive looks at each other, which could make anyone think otherwise.

"Not so fast, my love," Saïd stopped me from packing up my things.

"What?"

"We still have all this wine," he stroked his neat beard.

"So are you gonna open it or not?" Jas challenged him as I pulled a chair.