Intentions | Jason McCann |

Chapter 1 - Fancy Dresses & Prince Charmings

| Savanna |

"Excuse me? Can I order?" Both me and Nance snapped out of our 8 minute long conversation to turn to the customer who was waiting opposite us. I sat on the counter of the cash register, Nance stood still as the customer looked at me and back at Nance again.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted-" My eyes widened as Nance continued to talk to me, completely ignoring the customer as she looked at me like everything was fine. The customer and I exchanged a look of unity, we both were thinking the same thing; what a crazy coffee maker.

"Nance, serve the boy!" I said in a hushed whisper, jumping off the counter and giving the boy an awkward smile before moving to the side so that he could order his coffee and muffin and go on with his day.

"What can I do for you today?" I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head at her forced smile as I walked over to the free little couch near the window, pulling out my phone. Nance worked in a super cute little cafe named Lava Java; it was more of a hangout spot for me and our friends but for Nance, it was her least favourite place to work. She wasn't entirely a people's person... I didn't blame her, some people who didn't have their morning coffee could be extremely snappy; rude, if you will.

I scrolled through Instagram on my phone, double tapping a whole lot and stopping to stare at the models I came across thinking 'I need that'. I then came across my colleges' football team page up on Instagram and of course, it was almost impossible to not stop and stare.

They were literally all tall overgrown tanned boys who all looked like they were supposed to be on Bae-Watch or something. Not college boys.

And I was not complaining.

"You have got to get yourself a boyfriend miss thinggg" I jumped from my seat, almost dropping my phone as Nance literally slammed her hands down against the leather couch I was sat on. "Dude!" I said, shoving her. "You are literally the daughter of a fuckin boss and you're jumping out of your seat because of me? Look at my damn arms" She laughed pointing at her slim arms.

"You need to stop using those words so freely" I told her, referring to her use of 'boss'. It never sounded normal.

"So what are you here for anyway?" She asked as she sat opposite me, slouching down in the seat as if she wasn't on duty or anything. Her  manager also happened to be her mom's best friend so she ultimately didn't care.

"Can't I provide my best friend with the company she deserves and somewhat, needs?" I asked as I put my phone in between my legs. She looked at me like I was crazy, or stupid, one of those. "Okay whatever you need, I'm down" She said jumping up from the seat as her name was called.

"Really?! Because I was literally going to ask you to go shopping with me downtown to pick a dress for the ball my dad is forcing me to go to" I explained, jumping up from my seat as well but with a lot more excitement. "Maybe not" She quickly said, turning to leave which only made me follow her, grabbing her hand.

"Please! You refused to come to this thing with me, all of you did, so this is the least you can do" I pouted, tilting my head to the side in attempt to look 'cute'.

It worked because she sighed/groaned before nodding, "I finish in 10" She commented before she turned and returned to her post behind the register. "I'll wait in Nordstrom, I hear Off White have a new collection dropping" I grinned as she shook her head and laughed at me. I turned and waved goodbye to her before I left the cafe.

You must be wondering why in hell I was attending a ball like I was in a freaking music video but this was just the norm for me. Every year my moms side of the family hosted a ball, I never truly understood why and what the reasoning was behind it but I knew it was an opportunity for everybody in this... industry, to come together and just show off, ultimately. That's what my dad always says. It was only once a year and since my mom was Latina, it was extravagant and well, extra in all the right ways.