You Got Me (Working Title)

Chapter 1

Saturday, 4 pm, just the perfect time for me, the sun on it's way to return to its home while the air starts to give a refreshing embrace. It has been a tiring day at the shop and I'm down to concentrating in coming up with new cake ideas. Income, in these past few weeks has been pretty weak and I fear that I might have to let goof the only employee that I have. Letting out a sigh, I can't help but feel frustrated when I think about the rumor on why my bakeshop along with other businesses in my block would go out of business--Westmore & Co., one of the biggest real estate company wants to buy the whole lane from our landlord...even with it just being a rumor, it's driving me insane. My next door business neighbor said it was the idea of son and soon-to-be CEO of that company to buy that place and build another hotel. I'm against violence but if I see that man, I will beat him with my beater.

My phone starts to ring, it's Maya, one of my long time friends. Scrunching up my nose as I put down the pipping bag, I answered the phone but what I got was a sob in return. I know in that moment this will be another Saturday with 4 bottles of wine before 11pm.

"Henry broke up with me." Maya's voice breaks into full blown sobs. I can't help but to roll my eyes and be sad for her at another failed relationship. It was more than a thousand times of "I told you so" and "take it slow" after I got used to my friends jumping onto one unresolved relationship from another.

St. Pedro's at 6?" It's a routine for us to meet at that place whenever something happens, may it be good or bad.

"Okay and um Dolly, can you bring me one of your cheese muffins?" I can clearly imagine her face red and pouting at the other side of the line. I can only smile and nod.

"Sure thing, sweetie." I joined Mr. Holmes at the window of my apartment, after hanging up. Just like me, he loves to stay under the sun during this time while watching the busy people of Quinvy.

"So much for giving all of your love to someone, huh, Mr. Holmes?" I picked him up and kiss his nose. He purred and touch his nose to my face, which always makes me smile.

"Good thing I have you, you're such a good companion I don't need those filthy creatures they call men, right?" He purred even louder and gave me a meow. I kissed his head and put him back again to his position.

*At the bar

"Look, Maya." Francine said, also a friend of ours who witnessed Maya's misadventures in love one too many times and at her last wits in controlling herself not to strangle Maya to death. I sent her a be-careful-look to watch out her words but she gave me an eye roll in return. Maya wiped her tears and looked at her while downing her glass of wine.

"As far as I know, Henry was a fucking idiot. You hear me? An idiot." Maya only cried harder after listening to her. People are staring at us but who cares? The lady is heartbroken.

"He cheated on you with that Sally bitch from your office, which in my unsolicited opinion, is fucking ugly. Why? Because he is an idiot who only wants to be babied and never give anything in return. What a narcissistic piece of shit, I'd say good riddance." Slamming the table for every word she utters, Francine surely made a point and she made sure everyone is looking at us.

I repeat, this is usual and nothing out of the usual surprises me anymore but, having heard enough, being put under the same cycle of putting Maya in our own rehab which is taxing and a little annoying, I have to put my feet down.

"Grow the fuck up, Maya." I said, crossing my arms on my chest. I looked at her red face now painted with shock before asking me to repeat what I said.

"I said grow up and learn to love yourself first before attaching to some emotionally unavailable man who only sees you as a baby sitter." Francine with wide eyes spits her drink to the air.

"Dolly, you're drunk."

"Look, I'm sorry but you have to hear this Maya, you can't expect us not to see the flaws of both you and your boyfriends'. After listening a bunch of times to these break ups, witnessing how you become a different person everytime you meet someone and letting them treat you in every way they can, it doesn't excuse you from causing yourself a heartbreak and more emotional baggage than you ever have." Maya blinked her eyes, once, twice, fighting back tears that are already rushing down.

"Get mad at me for saying these things but you need to fix yourself on your own this time. It's not going to be me or Francine or some business major jerk you met on the subway. Get your shit together. I'm going home" I tossed my share on the table and walked out of the bar where I finally let out a sigh.

Feeling my legs give up because of the alcohol in my system and my innate capability to stumble on my feet, I grabbed onto the next able body to me.

"Woah, watch-- are you okay, miss?" He said, helping me steady myself. Maybe Francine was right, I am drunk, I am wasted because I'm finding this guy undeniably attractive. Which I shouldn't because duh? Why should I?

"You are beautiful. Oh shit, I think I just said that out loud. Did I just say that out loud?" He nodded, hearing him chuckle makes him more imprinted in my mind than I want to. Hazel eyes, brown waivy hair, stubble on his jaw and what was that smell? Lavender? Why am I smelling him? I am drunk.

"I am sorry, I better get out of your way before I spill all my guts here." I said, while trying to recover my stance.

"Are you sure you can manage? You might call some guy beautiful again. That's really dangerous." He said, grinning at his attempt to have a laugh out of my embarrassment.

"Pretty sure I can manage. Unless I see another attractive hot guy like you." He gave out a hearty laugh before hailing a cab for me.

"Wait, what's so funny? Did I say something again?" He opened the door of the cab for me and let me sit.

"You take care of yourself. " He smiled and let the door go. I managed to say an okay and let the driver know where to go. As the cab starts to move, I looked back to where he is or where he was, hoping to have that hazel eyes looking back at me again. Out of all the disappointments I had today, this managed to pinch a part of my heart when all I saw was the bar's door and the sign on it that say's Happy Hour.