24 Months

Raining coffee

I woke up at 9 in the morning to find the house empty. It was raining heavily outside and I just wanted to crawl back into my bed but I was really craving my morning coffee. I jumped out of bed and into my shower and 20 minutes later I was on my way to my favorite coffee place holding my coat close to my body. On my way to café montmartre I bumped into a lot of people reminding me of the pain I my chest. Well inside of café Montmartre, I welcomed the warmth around me and went to the checkout to order my usual.

"Hi Wednesday, your standard?"

"yes thank you."
After ordering I went and sat down in my corner inside the coffee place. This is my sanctuary. Here, I can be myself without feeling like a failure or stupid. There is no one I have to impress or pretend to be someone I'm not in front of. Here, I am just me. And it's probably the best thing there is.

Being 21 years old and having a name like  Wednesday Rose while living in Sweden is pretty unusual. That and having for younger siblings who you have to share space with since you're still living with your parents, is also not a normal situation for every 21 year old girl. But it's not like I have the means to provide for myself.
My screen lighted up and I got a new message from my mum, "where are you, I know you don't have school today so come home." Can you imagine that a 21 year old still gets messages from her mother wondering where she is at noon? I just ignored the message and got back to my thoughts. I'm not really sure, strike that, I'm 100% sure my mum doesn't know that I'm old enough to have my own kids even, and that I've been that for 3years. If she knows about  she most not care I mean, she had me when she was 20! Thinking about it, it wasn't really what she had planned, but still. Sure, it all started really early in hers and his relationship. My mum had me when she was 20 and he was 24, they weren't married and both coming from conservative families they felt that they had to get married. Thinking about it, I don't think they've ever loved each other. Well that might explain the awful and painful divorce. He is this really conservative, or well that what he says he is,  man who thinks that because the bible says he is the head of the family, he has the right to treat everyone like he pleases. My theory is that he simply has schizophrenia since I don't believe that belief in God makes u immune to see reality as it is. He really disgust me to the point that I'm almost sure that I hate him.  Being that deep into my thoughts I didn't notice that Tim, the guy that took my order was standing by my table looking at me.

"Why that sad face darling" he said giving me a gentle smile.

" No...just some thoughts" I said smiling back at him.

"Okey, but how are you holding up?"

" Just good....it's not like I can do anything
about it"

"Well if you ever need anything, you know where to find me" He said putting my order on the small table. The thing is Tim knows about my condition at home but not my other condition. Not even my mum know about my other condition. I've decided that I'm not going to tell her, she already has a lot on her plate, she doesn't need more to worry about.  So I'm basically the only person who knows about my condition and I plan on keeping it that way.

A couple hours later it had stopped raining outside so I gathered my thing and started heading home but stepping outside, a guy bumped into me dropping his hot coffee on my coat.

"WHAT IN!.."

"Omg jag är så....wait a minute you said that in English....so obviously you don't speak swedish....then I guess I'm sorry miss" The guy said looking at me like I'm some rare thing in a museum

"Then you guess you're sorry!!? It's that what you say after you just drenched someone in hot coffee?" I screamed at him. Is this guy for real?

"With all the respect miss, it does compliment your skin color" He said giving me a cheeky smile, like that would make the big coffee stain go away.

"Oh does it really?" I say puting my hands on my hips giving him an angry look and giving him my dirties look

"Oh I know that pose- models do it on the runway but women often do it when they are angry especially mothers - but you look to young to be a mom. Hmm....what could you possibly be angry about" he said thinking out loud. What in the world is wrong with him??!!

"Yeah that's a good question...what could I possibly be angry about this lovely, rainy, gray day standing here drenched in coffee?" I asked him while pointing at my coat

"ohhh, you're angry about that!" Genius

" No I actually enjoy being drenched in coffee ever now and the .... WHAT DO YOU THINK!!!??"

" Hey is everything alright Wednesday? " Tim ask showing up behind me staring menacingly at the guy who spilled coffee on me. And before I had the time to answer the guy who seemed to find nothing wrong with this situation answered. " Oh no, we're fine thank you. I was just about to ask miss.Wednesday here if she would let me buy her a coffe and then later buy her a new coat"

" Oh were you now?" I ask, stunned because just a minute ago he was acting like he didn't know why I was angry at him.

"Yes of course! Would you let me?" He said and held out his hand waiting for me to grab it. I'm not going to touch a strangers hand alright I really need a warmer coat,m. Instead of taking his hand I walked pass him, toward the checkout to show him that I wanted that coffee even tho I knew this was an accident that could happen to anyone and I would have been so pissed of someone one told me to buy them a new coat just cause I spilled coffee over it.  But desperate times calls for desperate  measures

20 minutes later I had enough of all the small talk he was trying to guy would know not to open up to strangers but not this guys. I already knew more about his work then I knew about my own. Apparently being a history teacher was really that fun if this guy could talk about it in 20 minutes straight.

"Okey, that's enough! Lets go! You owe me a new coat and I need to start heading home soon" I said standing up ready to leave.

"No c'mon, I can't just buy you a coat without knowing anything about you. Sit down and tell me something about you" He said with his mouth ful of brownies. Ignoring what he said I  gave him an angry look and hopes that he would catch on to the fact that this wasn't a lunch date between two friends.

"Ok well if you're just going to stand they I'll start. The name is Nathaniel,  Nathaniel Andreasson actually. A high school teacher in history as you've probably guess " The way he talked about it you would think that he's a professor or something. " So how about you?" He had talked so much that I had zoomed out and never heard his question and he was now looking at me giving me puppy eyes waiting for me to answer question I never heard.

I didn't want to make another scene so I sat down and answered his questions.