London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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The dull ringing of the bell hanging over the door echoes around the small run-down café, drawing the attention of a middle-aged woman with ash blonde hair,
"Hiya my loves!"
Linda throws a t-towel over her shoulder, travelling towards us and embraces us one by one in a hug as we step through the door out of the cold.
Linda is one of the sweetest women I've ever met, she's warm and caring and owns the best greasy spoon in London. Hands down. Sofia, Jacob and I have become regulars since we moved to Islington and come here more times than we probably should.
The café is run down and very 80s looking with several newspaper prints framed and stuck on the wall, the seats are losing the stuffing from their cushion and almost every table has some sort of sticky ketchup mark on It, the white walls are now a murky cream colour and the floor is covered in chipped or cracked tiles. However it doesn't take away from the fact that this little café sells the best milkshakes I've ever had, they're like orgasms for my tongue.
Sofia leads us to one of the less stained tables by the heavily condensed window overlooking the street, we shrug our coats off and sit down on the hard seats.
"The usual darlins?" Linda shouts from the counter over the hissing of the big kitchen grills.
Jacob nods, "Thanks, Lin!"
I can hear Linda shouting food orders at the chefs as she places multiple objects into an old-fashioned glass blended and finally splashes milk onto the top of them. The smell of chips and sizzling burgers wafts around my nose. I turn my eyes back from where Linda is now playing with a can of squirty cream and find Sofia and Jacob grinning at me, intently.
"Stop! You're creeping me out." I burrow my head in my hands.
"I'm sorry it's just... you're going to be a signed recording artist Gigi." Sof beams.
"Hold up guys, I haven't been signed yet! They might have changed their mind or have found someone better! They had been drinking a lot last night so they might-."
"WILL YOU STOP FUCKING DOUBTING YOURSELF YOU TALENTED WHORE." Sofia towers over the table and shouts in my face, drawing the attention of a few people in the cafe, who peek over the tops of their newspapers very unsubtly.
Sofia's eyes run the room, quickly she sits down; obviously realising how fucking loud she was. Jacob sighs and rubs his temple, I'm just frozen, brows furrowed, startled, to say the least.
"Way to make a scene Sof. But she is right Gi, when are you going to wake up and see how blooming talented you are! You deserve this more than anyone squashy." Jacob's eyes plead at me.
Linda appears at the end of the table in a red pinafore embroidered with white thread holding a tray with three large milkshakes balancing on top,
"Here we go ducklings, one Ferrero Roche, one strawberry and one Skittle"
