The last blue orchid

Chapter Two

"Beep beep,"
"Beep beep,"
"Beep beep."

"Ahhh.." I groaned as I turned off the alarm, god that went fast.

I dragged myself out of bed, doing my best stretching cat impersonation on the way to the bathroom. I rinsed my face off with some water in hope that it might wake me up a bit more.

After I towel dried my face, I glance at my reflection in the mirror. My now dark auburn, wavy hair that hangs just above my waist, is such a contrast to my bright blue eyes. The light freckles that glitter my nose and cheeks are barely noticeable on my tanned skin. Then with my natural pink lips and long dark eyelashes, I rarely feel the need to wear makeup.

Turning my attention back to my messy waves, I attempt to brush it down with my fingers. I gave up after a few minutes, I realising that I had tamed it as much as I was going to be able to without a real brush.

I made my way back into the main room, slipping on the rest of my clothes and my shoes. I tucked my gun into the back of my jeans waistband, and slipped the spare magazines into the right inner breast pocket of my jacket and the blades into the left.

I rounded up everything else and shoved it into the duffle, I'll dump it into the dumpster on the way out.
Before heading out the door I pocketed the cash Oli gave me and grabbed the chips, granola bar and water to have on my way to the diner.

As I walked into Jimmy's, the clock on the wall read 8.58am. There were only 3 people in a booth off to one side, with a middle aged guy passed out a few tables over from them. So I headed to a booth on the opposite side of the diner to wait for Oli.

"What can I get you, hon?" Asked a middle aged lady, wearing white, ruffled apron over a yellow dress.

"Just two coffees, please." Oh, nothing better than a coffee in the morning!
She nods in response, scribbling a quick note on her pad as she turns and makes her way back to the counter.

I only had to wait another minute before I heard a familiar voice sound behind me.

"Redhead, I like it."

I looked over my shoulder to see a man, he stood about 5'11", broad shoulders, sporting his famous buzz cut. He had light green eyes, a large cheeky grin that always plays on his face.

Oli.

I roll my eyes, "Sit down, you tool!"

"Really though, it's nice to see you natural again." He laughs, making his way to the seat opposite mine.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"Soo.." He asks me after a minute, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Soo..?" I replied with a fake clueless voice, mirroring his expression

"Seriously Anastasia, what happened last night?" His voice becoming very serious as he leans his elbows onto the table, resting his chin on his intertwined hands.

I groaned in memory of the night before, causing Oli to go on a little dramatic rant.

"When I hadn't heard anything from you in so long, I was sure you'd ran off to Las Vegas, living the wild life as a wannabe transsexual version of Cher, and married the naked cowboy, tell me it can't be that bad!"

I laughed at the bewildered expression he had on his face. He was able forced the expression for about 6 seconds longer before he crumbled into a fit of laugher with me.

We were probably laughing for a good 3 minutes before the sound of a cough brought us back to reality.

"Your coffees." The same waitress awkwardly places a coffee in front of each of us, glancing between Oli and me as if we're mental.