"Where's the genie when you need him?"
"Here is your beloved genie, wife, girlfriend, lover, you've got two more wishes left!"
"I wish you to go away."
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Ellie Parker is starstruck over the chess playing teen at the back of her geography class...
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Ellie sucked on her straw absentmindedly, slightly chewing on the plastic, creating dents on it as she continued. Jess and Axel were clearly worried, although they were too preoccupied with their love life.
Sighing, she blew bubbles into her iced lemon tea, her mind wandering off since she wanted to desperately remember who she was forgetting, and she wanted to avert her eyes from the couple sitting beside her.
The face was familiar. Brown eyes, I think, wavy brown hair? I'm not sure. He had glasses on, and I think it was reading glasses, and...
Ellie frowned, a pout appearing on her pinkish lips.
I got the description right, but who is he?
He looks like the man of my dreams!
She huffed and sucked on the straw, swallowing and gulping down her iced lemon tea like she was parched and had no water resources in months.
A plate was placed in front of her that snapped her out from her thoughts. She saw an old, wrinkly hand that placed the plate, and she saw the veins bulging out of it like it was about to pop off.
"Thank you." She muttered, taking a small bite of the pie. It was a light bronze in colour, clearly baked in the oven, and the baked apples inside almost made her cry.
It felt nostalgic even.
She sniffed, continuing to snack of the apple pie, not wary of a presence beside her. It was an old man, with clear wrinkles on his face and a friendly smile, he wore a white button up, a brown apron tied to his waist and black slacks.
He looked so familiar.
"Oh, um, thank you for the cake, mister..."
The old man smiled, the same nostalgic aura radiating off him like she knew him before. Then it clicked, her eyes lit up and her mouth broke into a smile.
"Mr. Finley!"
Mr. Finley smiled and rubbed on his shiny wedding ring, like he polished it just recently. "Hi, Ellie. You've grown, huh."
And, Mr. Finley was exactly correct. Ellie had now been more mature, she calmed down and stopped being super hyper or awkward and now grown into a confident young woman.
Her hair had now been cut short, like when she was at the airport, which she can't remember why. She remembered that she was crying and she was sending someone off.
The hair, the eyes, the way they even presented themselves.
Who was it?
Five letter name.
But it was in the back of her mind.
Ellie shook away those thoughts and tried to focus what was right in front of her, her two very in love friends, flirting back and forth like they were in their own world, Mr. Finley, who had just retreated back to the counter, shaking his head, smiling at the interaction between the two.
