The Eleventh Chance

3

A scent of coffee softly wafted up to my nose.
Hmm... This place is homey.
I took the table behind Jozeran and sat at the chair facing him.
He still looks the same. Jozeran has a chiseled face, pointed nose, and full lips. His grey eyes are alluring and have thick eyebrows. He has shoulder-length, light brown hair, which he neatly tied. I noticed that there is a large scar unsuccessfully hidden on his olive-colored skin chest.
That doesn't even disappear, does it?
I guess the thing that he's influenced in this lifetime are piercings. He has a lot of it in his ears.
Even though those things disturbed me quite a bit, it complemented his---Let's say, inviting...body especially that he is wearing a white fitted shirt.
Am I immoral?
I got to say; I love seeing his face every time even though he doesn't have any memory of me. But when I see him, I felt relieved and---at home.
But I wonder what his name would be this time? I have to adjust, calling him by his reincarnated name again.
He stopped talking to his male friend when his gaze went to me. He furrowed his eyebrows. I was taken aback. Did he finally remember me?
Or was I mistaken?
I just stared at him.
Now, I don't know if that took me hours or so, but I don't really mind the time. And also, I didn't even realize that a waiter approached me. "Excuse me, Ma'am."
"Ma'am?" He repeated the second time.
A waiter blocked my view.
"Oh! Uh, yes?" I said, snapping out from my reverie.
"Your order?"
Is he telling me to buy it? But I didn't bring any money with me.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not here to buy...."
"Skyelar," I said as I looked for his name in his memory.
"Then I'd have to ask you to leave, Ma'am. You've been here for almost an hour and a half, and you still haven't asked us for your order," He said.
I saw Jozeran standing from the corner of my eye, hearing the small commotion from my table.
Out of panic, I immediately stood up and proceeded to exit the shop when he told me to wait. I stopped and reluctantly faced him. He said Skyelar that I'm with him to which he apologized and said to us that he was confused because I was not in their table in the first place and instantly left us.
Jozeran gave me a stern look and said, "When we're done, you have to explain to me your creepy ass, stares."
A woman wearing stylish clothes that are mostly dark in color and exceedingly immodest stood up from their table, stood up, and asked, "Hey, Tyron. Is something wrong?"
Jozeran immediately plastered his fake smile and faced the woman.
"Everything's fine."
Then he turned to me, still wearing his almost friendly gesture.
"Come, sit with us."
He motioned for me to sit with them to which his friends stopped typing something on their laptop and gave me a curious gaze. Especially the two gentlemen. The woman is pretty with those oval-faced shape of hers, a pointed chin, straight nose, large ears, and pouty lips, not to mention her hazel brown eyes. They're the brightest. Her hair is another story. I can see that it was dyed violet. Imagine someone with that natural hair color. She has some tattoos painted on her cream-colored skin. I tried to look harder, but I don't understand what it means.
"Can you please stop staring at my tats?"
She seems rude to me, though.
I avoided my gaze and obediently sat down beside him even though I'm a bit uncomfortable with the way they're staring at me.
"Pretty girl, what's your name?" the guy wearing a yellow bandana on his head curiously stared at me.
This dark-skinned man has a warm feeling about him. A particularly notable feature is his misleading appearance; he looks like a rebel than he is.He has an angular face--- the same as his blue eyes, which are very prominent in his features, a flat nose, and skinny lips. He has curly, dark brown hair that is swept back.
He wears ripped, tacky clothes that are mostly colorful and slightly too big. It fits every muscle that he has, just like Jozeran's.
"Sara. Saraquiel," I softly said while I faced Jozeran, hoping he'd recognize my name, but to no avail, he just stared at me like I'm an insane person.
They introduced themselves to me. The woman's name is Cherry Miller. Jozeran's other name is Tyron Owens. The guy that made me introduce myself is Alistaire Moore. He prefers to be called Al. The other gentleman introduced himself as Zachary Perez. He looks Asian. He has a narrower face with a softly shaped jaw, a straight-edged nose, small ears, and full lips. His brown eyes are narrow, and he has bushy eyebrows. He has short, brown hair tied into a ponytail. Zachary seems so into piercing, just like Jozeran, for I saw a circular ring pierced into his left nose.
Are they a member of a syndicate or something?
He is wearing a classic fit buffalo check baseball shirt, slim traveler pants, and a city bag, which is pretty decent in contrast to his looks.
Naturally, I'd already known their name by now, but I chose not to because it's his life. It's still my loss, so I'd rather not know and be too familiar with him in this lifetime.
"Damn, Tyron. What about Caithleen?" Zachary teasingly said.
So his name is Tyron.
I pretended to be okay.
"Babe, are you replacing me for another girl? How about our children? I still have to milk them by the time when we'll come home," Allen dramatically said and cupped his non-existent breasts, to which I smiled.
"Shut up, lowly faggots." he laughed and jokingly threw a napkin to them. Then he told me to buy something for myself and handed me fifty bucks.
I confusedly took it and went to the counter.
"Welcome to the Solar Café, Ma'am. Can I have your order, please?" Rose gleefully said.
"Uhm, I don't know," I said in all seriousness.
I looked down in embarrassment.
Rose seemed to sense my humorless statement and suggested that I should order for their bestselling Blueberry Cheesecake and Iced Mocha.
"That'll do, I guess. Thank you very much, Rose."
She asked for my name, and I wondered why.
She noticed my hesitation and said, "I have to write your name on a cup so that you can get your order, Ma'am."
"Oh."
I told her my name
After a few minutes of standing beside the counter, my food finally came with some change.
I looked at the cup to see if my name was there, and I am slightly disappointed that she wrote 'Sarrah' instead of 'Sara.'
I went to our table, and as I was observing them, they were animatedly discussing something about the school. By the time that I sat down and returned the change to Jozeran, they became quiet.
What a change of mood.
"You could've just sat here and waited," Jozeran said, about the cheesecake and the coffee that I placed on the table.
I shot a look at him in confusion.
I saw Cherry rolled her eyes and said, "Not a talker, are you?"
I ignored the rude child.
"So, where are you from, Sara?" Allen said, taking a sip of his coffee and continued doing his work as he waited for my answer.
"I..." I said in a daze, remembering the address Mr. Richardson gave me.
"I'm from Cranbrook," I said.
"What a coincidence. I live there too," Jozeran said, eyeing me.
He secretly scooted his phone below the table enough for me to see his screen.
I stared down at it.
It said, "After we're done here, you and I will talk about your creepy stares earlier."
I looked at him and nodded in understanding.
So much for being welcomed.
I took a bite from the cheesecake to ease my discomfort. I moaned the moment that the cake melted onto my mouth, and to say that it's delicious is an understatement.
I then drank the coffee. It tastes like the coffee I drank in heaven.
I miss my home.
The time I spent in the shop quickly passes by as I'm only sitting there, listening and sometimes answering to what they are saying, and sometimes they tell me things like,
"Where are your parents?" Cherry said.
And I said that they are in heaven to which she said, "Poor thing." In a fake pity.
"Sara, if you ever think about banging Tyron, remember that he has a girlfriend," Zachary jokingly said.
Everyone laughed.
I just simply smiled at the statement.
I've never felt uncomfortable this entire time with His children. I felt so small.
"Guys, it's almost nighttime. Let's finish this tomorrow, after school." Jozeran yawned and picked up his things. Everyone immediately agreed and also put their stuff inside their bags.
Allen stood up, stretched his body, and said, "It was nice meeting you, Ms. Saraquiel." he put out his hand in front of me, waiting for my handshake.
So far, he's the only one who wasn't treating me like a hindrance.
I also stood up and gladly shook his hand.
We left the coffee shop and went to Cherry's parked car. Before they went inside, they wondered why Jozeran wouldn't go with them. He said that he has to walk me home since we live in the same place. I sensed that he is lying. Of course, we'd have to talk. Not become my chaperone.
His friends bid their goodbyes, drove off and Jozeran
Now I'm left alone with Jozeran. In front of the coffee shop. Somehow, I felt nervous.
"So, mind telling me about your stares?"
"I-it was nothing. You just reminded me of someone I knew. I apologize for my actions earlier. But... " I said and lowered my head in shame.
"Is your name Tyron? Not Jozeran?"
"Joz-who? I haven't heard of that name. It sounds weird. I know I have a lot of girls begging for my attention, but I never thought someone would come up with a lame excuse like that."
Every word that he said wounds me. I tried my best not to let a tear slip from my eyes.
When I was about to speak, a car stopped in front of us, and there went out a beautiful lady wearing a black halter crop top paired with ripped jeans. She is also wearing black high heels.
Her face, however, is angelic with a touch of makeup. She has natural hazel locks, green eyes, and full lips painted with red lipstick. Or is it? Is it called lipstick?
Jozera--- Tyron noticed the lady, and the way that his eyes shined with love was supposed to be the way that he looked at me when we were together.
I should probably go.
He went to her, gave him a peck on the lips, and haughtily glanced at me as he was kissing him.
I really should go.
"Ty, you could've just called me instead. Cherry was the one who phoned me to drive you home." She pouted at Tyron.
"I'm sorry, babe. I was just talking to this girl. She kept staring at me at the coffee shop, and I felt weirded out, so I had to confront her about it."
Then both of them looked at me. The woman has this anger in her eyes, while Tyron looked shocked.
I was perplexed with his expression when I noticed tears rapidly streaming down from my face.
I ran as fast as I can as I wiped my tears and went to the back of the shop, where I initially landed and spread out my wings, then I flew back to the married couple's home.
Little did I know, Tyron ran after me and only saw the remnants of the white feathers that I left behind.