Remember, I told you

Just Another Day

A/N: Hey reader! This chapter is sort of a filler :) It has a song I really love in the banner so please check it out! I promise it's good! Sorry if it's a little slow and dry, the next chapter is gonna be really exciting. Building towards something great I promise :)

The familiar smell of roasted coffee beans and hazelnut filled the air as I pushed in the door to Artist's Prison.

I walked towards the bar, desperately in need of a pick-me-up, searching for the familiar mustard-yellow beanie behind the counter. And just like magic, a steaming cup of creamy coffee appeared before me.

"God, you're an angel," I exclaimed, my mouth slightly watering.

Pulling out my wallet to pay, a voice yelled, "It's on the house, always on the house Ro!!" I sneakily shoved the cash into the tip jar when the voice said, "Don't you dare put anything in the tip jar!"

"Whatever Eddie! Did you add-"

"Yes, three shots of espresso, a pump of caramel, and some creamer!"

"Did you also-"

"Yes, and some cinnamon too." Eddie appeared from behind the counter laughing a little.

"I don't even know why I ask anymore," I chuckled.

"I don't either. I always know. Three shots of espresso, you're insane."

"Late night, need it extra strong tonight," I said getting a good look at him. Eddie always had an interesting aesthetic. Even in high school, he was known as the hipster kid, with his loud, wild outfits. Tonight he was wearing a Michael Jackson T-shirt, a black bandana tied around his neck, ripped black jeans, and Chelsea boots. It looked good, as always.

"Looking good Eddie," I said as I pulled off his beanie, messing up his hair.

He yanked it back giving me the stink eye. "Late night huh?" I mumbled yes, nodding back, turning back to set up at the stage for my shift. "Must've been. You sounded really great, really rocked that stage."

"Thanks, Ed-" My head spun back so fast, my neck nearly snapped. How the hell did he know I performed the night before?! I started panicking, overwhelmed by the possibility of everyone knowing it was me and completely insane Broken Windshields fans coming after me.

"Chill Ro. Your eyes are bugging the fuck out and its kinda creeping me out," he said, failing to keep me calm.

"What do you mean I sounded great? What do you know?" I whisper yelled.

"Come on Ro. It's me. I was at the party-do you really think I wouldn't be able to recognize your voice." He had this nonchalance about him that eased a bit of my tension.

"Seriously? You recognized my voice?" I quirked my eyebrow not really believing him.

"Yes seriously. I've literally been listening to you sing for years Ro." I crossed my arms and looked up at him again. "Fine. Plus Ryder told me-"