You Again

chapter 2

~Margot~
(ten years ago)

I took a deep breath. This was it.

The neon sign buzzed above my head and rain pattered lightly around me. I could hear cars speeding down the road behind me. All soothing sounds. It was evening, the sky had a faint deep blue glow where there was an absence of clouds. It was supposed to stop raining tomorrow.

I looked down at the laminated papers in my hands. My resume. It wasn't super significant. Nothing stood out. The perfect canidate for being considered for a barista position at the coffee shop in front of me.

It was called Ambrosial. My mom said the word meant fragrant and delicious and that they had the best smelling and tasting coffee and pastries in the world. So I guess the name was fitting. I slowly pushed the glass door open and was hit with the now familiar smell of the place.

To the left, a row of booths lined the wall which was adorned with different plants and geometric shapes. There was a seating area with elegant, plush, green velvet couches and chairs in front of the windows. To the right was a decent sized book shelf with matching green chairs. Next to it was a case filled to the brim with different pastries and treats that gave off a warm yellow glow. Behind that was where they kept all of the different coffee machines. The place was really cute.

I walked straight to the counter. Behind it was a girl not much older than Katie. She had short wavy blonde hair and big, round, gold framed glasses infront of her grey-blue eyes. She was beautiful.

A light smile graced her face as she spoke, "What can I get for you today, Margot?"

"I'm here to apply for a job, Misty." I smiled and handed her my resume.

"I'll go give this to my grandma." Her grandma was the owner. "Would you like your usual?"

"Yes please."

I sat down in the booth my mamá says she always sat in and pulled out my laptop. "Right under the gold metal star," she'd say, "facing the door so I could easily watch everyone who came in." She liked observing people. It was what she was good at. That's why she was studying to become a psychologist. Instead she became an art teacher. She teaches her skills to the art students, or at least how to recognize certain traits and accurately portray them in their paintings. It was actually really cool. The black and white portraits always littered our house and gave it that organized clutter vibe.

"I remember when you were a little girl." A deep familiar voice rumbled above me. I looked up at the man, who was leaning against the side of the booth, and smiled.

"Ace! What are you doing here?" The redhead was Katie's older brother. He graduated from some prestigious college in Boston a few years ago and has been living over there ever since.

"What? I can't visit my favorite cousin?" He teased and sat down across from me.

"He's here becuase I didn't have the money for a plumber to fix the sink in my apartment." Katie scoffed sarcastically as she shoved him his coffee and sat next to me. "He's the next best thing."

"You just missed me." He snorts.

"Did not." She rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, how are you liking Columbia, Margot?" He asked casually, but he wouldn't meet my eyes, instead he watched his finger trail around the rim of his mug.

"Oh stop it." Katie blurts. "Just go talk to her."

"What? Who?" I ask looking around. We were the only people in here.