A short story about the life of Katherine Russo- the CEO of the nation-wide news outlet 'Cup of Truth' and Jamie Caldwell- the head of 'Flash'- the leading brand in women's fashion as they both decide to tie the knot in accordance with their parents...
•Katherine• I looked at my watch- three hours to go. Enough time to meet Sarah, break up with her, get changed and meet the boy. I zipped up my jacket, strapped on my helmet and started the engine.
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Soon enough, I was on the road, my short, tied up hair slowly unravelling in the wind. I bought some pink flowers on the way to Sarah's cafe along with a minimal necklace- a cute enough break up gift.
I had planned it out- I go in, sit down and make sure that whatever she orders is not hot (just in case she throws it at me), I tell her why we cannot work out and why I have to break up with her and offer her the necklace as an apology. If she cries, I'll offer her a tissue and apologise sincerely.
In and out in thirty minutes- quick and easy.
Unfortunately for me, life tries to go against every plan in my head and do the absolute opposite of whatever may be favourable to me.
When I got there, it was crowded and Sarah- who usually just lazes around at the balcony table- was also working and rushing around all over the cafe. I gazed at her as she picked up the empty glasses, took orders from the customers and yelled at the slow waiters to move faster. It always seemed like I was in a movie, when I was with Sarah- she seemed to be able to slow time, like the world spun a little slower every time I looked at her. She tucked a stray stand of hair back into her messy bun and whizzed around the cafe smiling and making conversation with the customers, giving them menus and serving them food. In the middle of it all, she caught me staring.
When she saw me, she gave me a small smile and held up five fingers- to indicate she'll be with me soon. I couldn't find a place to sit so I just stood near the door and waited patiently. I looked at the the peeling blue paint on the walls and the worn out indie band posters. She didn't even like indie when we first met, but I begged her to listen to some of my recommendations and it took her two songs to fall in love with the music. I remember faintly, the two of us working in the closed cafe- me painting designs on the walls in black and white paint and her sticking my posters on the walls of her cafe to give it a 'homey' feeling, as she's used to say.
When she was finally done zipping about, she informed someone that she was taking a break and approached me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. She let her hair loose from the bun only to tie it back into a high ponytail.
'Hey babe,' she said, 'didn't expect to see you here today. What's up?'
At this point, I was late and we weren't even sitting down. I propped myself up against the window and she swatted me away- afraid that I'd leave handprints on the recently cleaned glass. She beckoned to a waiter and looked at me, waiting for me to order.
