Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁

For the people who missed it, this story takes place in Chicago ;) so when they are interacting in the city try to incisions Chicago cuz it will make the vision more beautiful

2, June 2020. I hope everybody is safe in the states and everywhere else. These are rough times and we, humans like to make it harder than it already is. Black lives matter, every life matters. I hope this chapter can distract y'all from everything for a moment, happy reading. xo

I cross the street and walk into Starbucks. I look around realizing it's a coffee shop. I stand in the line and wait until it's my turn.

"Hi! How can I help?" The guy behind the cash register asks with a smile. "I'm looking for a job and I was wondering if you guys need any more people?" I try to say polite and the guy smile. "Just one moment, I'll ask my manager."

A moment later the manager appears and walks to me. He shakes my hand and gestures me to sit down by one of the tables. "Mr. Boullé. But most just call me Jack. How can I help you." He says politely and I smile.

"I would like to apply here for a job if that's possible?" The manager smiles and stands up. "Your timing couldn't be more perfect. Why don't you follow me to my office and we'll talk there." I nod and he leads the way to his office in the back of the cafe.

We both sit down there and in the meanwhile, he found a contract and a notebook.

He first asked me some questions about me and my experiences. I didn't talk about my life in prison, so I lied a little but I did what I had to do. After a while, he looked very pleased a pushed the contract towards me.

"You read it and if you're okay with it, you can sign it and you'll officially work here." He says and I read the contract. $700,- at least a month is perfect. I do have to work 150 hours a month for that, but I think that's okay.

I can save up the first three and after that, I can precisely pay half of the rent. I sign the contract and shake Jack's hand. He makes a copy for himself and lets me take home the original. We plan which days I'll work and I directly put it in my shared agenda with Zach.

I start directly tomorrow and couldn't be more excited. Apparently someone was fired yesterday. This is all way too good to be true.

When I come back to the apartment, Zach isn't there yet. So I decide to discover the apartment a little. Even the cabinets appear to be filled with dishes and I stare in wonder at the kitchen devices.

This is all amazing. Almost like a dream.

Finally around 9 p.m, Zach enters the apartment again. I don't want to ask him where he's been but god I want to hit him.

"Dude where the hell have you been?! I don't know anything about dinner food or how to get it! I'm starving." I tell him frustrated and he grins at me. "Good me too, what are you in the mood for? Italian?" I shake my head, thinking about what he's asking me.

"Italian?" I ask him confused and he nods.

"Yeah like spaghetti or lasagne." He says like it's no big deal. "I don't know, how the fuck should I know," I say and he looks at me. "Have you ever had MacDonalds?" He asks me curious and I shake my head.

"What the fuck is MacDonalds, damn it Zach use your head. I don't know anything." I tell him and he laughs. "Okay I'm ordering MacDonalds, You'll thank me later." He says with a smile on his face.

It's a handsome smile.

A while later we hear a knock and Zach opens the door. "Thank you so much, have a good one man." He tells the delivery guy while excepting the paper bags with yellow M's on them. A wave of a food smell hits me and I don't know what to think.