Sunflower Café

06

–H

     "Daddy's coming today," She mumbled as she bit at her fingertips anxiously.

     "He is? How come you're telling me this now!" Lilly looked just as panicked.

     "He just called," She glared at her phone, "He'll be here in an hour."

     "I don't know if I should be worried to see you so calm..."

     Amaya looked distracted as kept staring at her phone, seeming to be expecting something to happen as her eyes never left the screen.

     "I'm surprising myself too, not gonna lie," She chuckles nervously, "Think I'm just still going at it, it was really good flower."

Harry laughed softly at their conversation as he sat yet again in his nook with his journal and his tea. It'd been a slow day at the café, slower than usual at that hour at least. He sat among an estimated ten other people. But the coffee shop was so big, the place felt vacant among all the unoccupied space and unusual silence.

"Well I'm surprised you haven't gone into a paranoid frenzy by now," The blonde unhelpfully commented, "If I was in your place, I'd be halfway down a bad trip by the now."

And Harry could see, even from his secluded spot, Amaya was halfway down a bad trip. He felt himself frown as he noticed how distressed she looked, fidgeting and twitching and eyes about to water, she looked looked truly and utterly, halfway fucked.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." She began to pace desperately the length of the bar as she subconsciously kept fixing her hair.

But not seconds later, she stopped abruptly and said rather than warned, "I need to puke."

Her friend looked at her confused, "What?"

"I need to puke it out," She explained, "Kurt told me once that if I was ever having a bad one, I should just throw up, that it would supposedly bring me back down faster."

     Amaya looked to be at her breaking point as sweat had begun to build on her forehead and her face became pale. "Fuck, I feel one coming, Lilly."

     "Oh no, baby," She worried, "You need to try to calm down ok? You know getting rilled up makes it worse," Her friend was quickly by her side, soothing her, "Here, come with me, Mi, let's sit you down."

     Lilly led her friend by the hand to a nearby table and sat her down, standing between her legs as she brushed her hair back soothingly, "I'm gonna get you some water, ok?"

     "Haven't you been listening to me, Lils? That isn't gonna solve anything. What I need to do is puke." She'd started to breathe deeper.

     Lilly made a grossed out face, "Are you sure you wanna make yourself sick on purpose? That sounds uncomfortable."

     "It's the only way," She looked defeated, "I'm not drunk, water won't work. I need to vomit it out of my system... At least, I think. It could just be bullshit as well. Kurt's not really the smartest. But it's worth a shot."

     Lilly looked uncertain but agreed to it anyways, "Okay, well... do you want me to go with you or..."

     Amaya smiled lightly as she placed her hands on her friend's hips, "I don't think you wanna witness that, babe," She pushed her back softly to stand up, "I'll be right back."

The beautiful woman seemed distraught as she made her way to the bathroom with her hands above her head, inhaling deeply as she tried to control her breathing and shakiness.