Sunflower Café

08

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     "Well fuck me sideways and call me daddy!"

     Lilly's eyes shot wide as her friend's voice rang through the coffee place.

     "Amaya!" she hissed, "You can't just scream stuff like that in here, you'll scare the customers away."

     "Biiitch, wait 'till I tell ya," Amaya beamed as she dismissed her completely and walked closer to find her usual spot on the island.

     Lilly turned to her after finishing settling the cash register, urging her with her eyes to elaborate, "Well..."

     "You'll never guess who I just ran into," she wiggled her eyebrows, "Well, he ran into me, but that's not the point."

     Lilly looked skeptical, "Who?"

     Amaya rolled her eyes, "I said guess, Lils."

     "Amaya," she groaned, "I don't want to, that'll take ages."

     "Fine," the brown beauty sighed dramatically, "It was Harry Styles. There, you ruined my fun. Happy?"

    "Wait-What?"

    "...But I guess since you're too important to guess something that's important to your friend, you don't deserve any more details..."

     "Amaya, what do you mean you ran into Harry Styles?"

     Amaya made a weird face as she spoke flatly, "Child, it means exactly what it means. What else? He ran into me, he walked towards me, he approached me. I was approached by thee. He purposely neared his body towards mine and spoke words from his pink, plump lips to me. Did that help?"

    Lilly slapped Amaya with a cleaning rag, "Quit being a butt, you know what I meant."

     "Lils, that hurt!" she cried as she rubbed injured arm.

     "I don't give. Now answer me," Lilly set her jaw as her eyes shot daggers at her friend.

     "Lilly, it meant just that. Harry came to me when I was having a smoke and we talked."

     "That's it? You talked?"

     "Yeah! What more do you want, girl?"

     "I dunno, I just expected a different reaction from you, s'all. I mean, it's Harry Styles. Like, the Harry Styles. The man you've been obsessing over for almost a decade. Thought you'd be beaming or something by now."

Amaya seemed to have been in her own world as her friend spoke, ignoring what she said completely as she answered, "He's dreamier in person."

"What-"

"Like, his eyes are littered with blue spots, and he has freckles on his nose, and the way his lips are so pink, and his hands... oh his hands, Lils. You should've seen them wrapped around his cup. Oh, what I'd give to have them wrapped aroun-"

     "Ah," she giggles, "there you go."

     "And his hair, Lils. His hair looked so soft, I just wanted to shrink myself so I could lay in it forever-"

     "Okay, now you're being weird."

     "And his voice, my Lord. Not gonna lie, I think I creamed my pants a little," she made a show of checking her crotch as Lilly made a face.

     "Mi," Lilly caught her attention, "you're avoiding my question again."

     "Huh?" Amaya looked confused, "What stupid shit did you ask now?"