Watching You (H.S. AU) *currently on hold*

Chapter 3

Vanessa's P.O.V

I called Emma on my way home to let her know that I was stopping at Chipotle for dinner. I know eating out two nights in a row isn't the best, but the thought of having to cook and wait for food to be done is too much right now. Plus, I need to go grocery shopping for myself and I feel bad having to take food from what Emma bought, groceries are not cheap especially in LA. I grab Emma and I's Chipotle order and thank god it was an off time because I just want to get back home. Home. That's such a weird word to already be saying, but I like it.

Pulling up to the gate I scan my card Emma handed me before we left. As I walk into the apartment I yell out to Emma to let her know I am here with food. I already know whatever she is doing she will drop it because this girl is always hungry. I mean I can't say anything bad about it because I love food just as much. I hear some Top 40 music playing and come to halt after I call out for her. I put my purse on the counter and placed the Chipotle bag.

"I smell my Chipotle!" I hear Emma say as she makes her way out of her room.

"Yes ma'am. I was shocked at how short the line was. I guess I just assumed everything in LA would always be busy. Probably was just because it was an off time." I respond as I open the drawer to grab Emma and I forks so we can eat.

Emma is over by the bar cart making some sort of drink for us that I'm going out on a limb and assuming is a margarita. Nothing wrong with some tequila. I mean it is somewhat good for you and not a depressant. Can't complain.

"Oh miss bartender what drink do we have for dinner tonight?" I ask while taking the food out of the bag. Our kitchen table is white with a darker gray as the table top color and the chairs match the table. Honestly thank god the table top part is gray because I would be way too scared to eat on an all white table. I somehow would mess it up.

"I have a raspberry margarita with an extra dash of lime for you." Emma says walking over with two glasses.

"Damn Ma this looks so good. I guess I was right to call you miss bartender." I laugh opening up my bowl.

"So how was your first day of work? I want to hear all about it!" Emma asks me as she takes a bite out of her bowl.

"It was actually really good! Weston is super chill and I think we'll have a good relationship. Nothing was too crazy because I have a past of working with coffee. It was more just understanding if they make their drinks different or new drinks I haven't made. The place isn't that big so it was easy to locate stuff when Weston asked me to grab it. He also introduced me to some of the regulars that come in and they are so chill. I love it there already." I explain while alternating between my drink and food.

"That's amazing! I love it there so much and I'm so glad you're working there. Do you get a discount at all?" Emma asks with her mouth partially full.

"So I can make up to 2 free drinks a shift minus iced tea and water obviously. If I go there when I'm not working I can get a free muffin or get I think it was like 10 percent off my order. Which is great to know because I can already see myself doing a lot of my homework there. The inside is so pretty and is such a creative space that I know it will help me with my work."

Emma and I continue to eat and talk about her day and what she did. The mysterious green-eyed man is still on my mind and I can't get him out of it.

"Ma I gotta tell you something." I say as I break the silence that we have had for the past three minutes. "It's nothing bad, but I can't stop thinking about it and I think I'm going crazy." I warn so she doesn't get spooked.

"Ok Sa spill." She replies, picking up her margarita and crossing her legs.

"So today before I left work, Weston just had me stock the napkins and stuff that was on the opposite side of the room. As I'm stocking up this british voice comes out of nowhere to say excuse me and Ma when I tell you that this man was beautiful, he was so beautiful. I felt starstruck. After he grabbed his straw he said 'thank you love' and I think I died a little on the inside a little bit."