Pressing Matters

Chapter 6 😁🎶

You flee my dreams come the morning, your scent berries-tart lilac sweet,

To dream of raven locks, it's twisting, stormy of violet eyes glistening as you weep

The wolf I follow into the storm...

I sang along the lyrics of a song from a video game I stumbled on, it's a bit haunting and sad but for some reason I couldn't get enough of it, Macy thinks it's weird and sadistic but who cares. I am sitting outside a cafe' in the early morning, drinking a cup of chocolate tea. Today was supposed to be windy and overcast, exactly my type of weather, so I came out early today to enjoy it.

A month passed since I sent in my resignation and now I found a new job in Miami, so I am going to move out, far away. I was scared but for once, I wanted to be alone, in a strange city; how crazy am I. Matthew and Macy broke up sort of, they are still fucking but are not together. Next week I am moving my life away from here, I was deep in thought slowing sipping my cup of tea when my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Bridgette?"

"Yes, speaking"

"This is Talia from the Season's Hotel, I'm so sorry for calling at this time but we have an issue and we would like if you came in a week early?" Jesus hold my hand, I haven't even bought suitcases yet.

"What.. I mean why, my interview isn't until 2 weeks time."

"Umm... My Boss did not specify... can you make it?" I put my hand on my forehead

"Yes, yes its fine... I can make it" she hung up soon after.

"Are you serious right now" I started to have this bad habit of talking my thoughts aloud, makes me sound crazy as hell. I dialed my sister up reminding her we planned to have lunch at Apollo's again.

"I remember stop stressing... I'm just going to be a few minutes late," it was now 10:35 am, judging by traffic, I would reach there about one something. I paid for my three mugs of chocolate tea and walked to the bus stop to hail a cab, across the street, if I'm not mistaken was the same black tinted Escalade at the stoplight, I hope seeing this big vehicle so often was something good.

I step out of the cab onto the pavement in front of the restaurant, a gust of sweet October breeze blew under my shirt, I would moan right now but I'll look and sound like a creep to the group of college teens watching me. I get a feeling of wellbeing standing here, everything in my life is fine and I am happy, but the only time I will feel like that is when I am drunk.

"You look like a nature-loving wilder beast" his voice scare me out of my little daydream, I sighed heavily, slightly irritated and turn around, he could not look bad even if he tried.

"What are you doing here Matthew?" he hated it when I called his full name, we always tried to one up each other, he teases me a lot. I stared at him as he walk up to me slowly, Dark blue Shirt, sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone, paired with a ¾ white pants. He has more style than I do, I'm in a knee length dark green dress and white converse.

"I was passing by, saw a weirdo breathing in air like she was having an orgasm and decided to save the people" he regarded me playfully adding a wink; I am going to miss his rants and wit. We strolled in through the door of my now favorite place to eat.  Matthew has never been here, claims he does not go to restaurants that do not have a ratings of 4.5 to 5 or have a resident celebrity chef. I thought I would have been done with him by now; he can be a pompous jerk, but sweet at the same time.

"Well this is underwhelming as expected" I elbowed him in the ribcage; he speaks as if it is the most casual thing to say. The expression on his face said it all, no sense hiding it or joking it off to the pretty Indian woman that came to our table. I have never went upstairs so I pulled him along behind me like a child. Did I forget the day was gloomy and beautiful?.... Well there, no hot sunshine juts wonderful breeze.