Imane

Matcha Mishap

P.O.V Lauren

This week has been horrible. First, I lost  my job, car breaks down, I started my period, and I'm behind on rent. There's no way I'll ever be able to pay for culinary school. My head is racing a mile a minute thinking about how screwed I will be if I don't get this job. Then suddenly I walk into someone and their green Starbucks drink spills all over my brand new blouse...

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry" I hear a female voice say to me. I don't reply. I just look down at the new cloths I just bought for my interview and just feel my eyes start to sting... my vision gets blurry and my throat tightens. I barely manage to get out " I.... My shirt... late.." between breaths.

"Hey...hey..??" I hear the same girl say. " come sit down" she says guiding me over to a bench.

"just breathe" 

I take a second to focus on my breathing until it regulates itself. " I'm so sorry." I whisper " I don't mean to be so extra... this week has just been the worst" I say trying to explain myself.

" I can relate.. it's like the snowball effect. Small problems pile up until they make a big one. I'm truly sorry about your shirt by the way" she says pointing to the green stain on my shirt.

"Crap! What time is it?" I ask erratically.

The girl pulls out her phone to read the time. Glancing down at it she says " 11:30"

"Fuck!" I murmur in defeat while putting my head in my hands. " I had a job interview at 11:15." Dread fills my body at the thought of not being able to pay my bills.

" I'm so sorry " the girl panics " I didn't mean to loose you a job."

In an effort to make her more comfortable I say  "it's ok I didn't like the job anyway."

"Then why go to the interview?" She asks.

I whisper in embarrassment " I need the money" there is a short pause " to pay for culinary school that is." i add trying to downplay the seriousness of the situation.

She smiles a me and her eyes light up " you cook?"

"I try at least. I don't have any formal training, just what I learned by trial and error... as well as the occasional cooking show.

" I wish I could cook well... I can only cook from box instructions and even then it's very rare"

" then what do you eat everyday?" I ask confused.

She laughs awkwardly and says " I just order postmates normally"

"Everyday?" I reply a little too visibly shocked.

"Pretty much" she say awkwardly scratching the back of her neck.

I could never... not only because I wouldn't get to cook but also because I couldn't afford it while trying to save my money. Her phone dings and she looks down at a text she received " well My roommates are waiting for me. Are you ok if I go?" She asks kindly.

"Yeah I don't own you" I reply confused... and then two seconds later I realized she was referring to my emotional state... I am so stupid and this is so embarrassing. " I mean.. yeah, it was nice talking to you. I should probably go home an wash this before it stains permanently " I say pointing to my matcha covered blouse..

She looks like she is thinking for a minute " do you have Venmo? I can pay for it to be dry cleaned.. seeing how I'm the one who spilt it on you"

"Oh yeah that would be great" I then give her my Venmo user and she turns to leave.

"Wait!" I almost shout. "What your name?"

She glances over her shoulder and smiles saying " Imane".

"That's pretty unique, can't say I've never heard it before. Quite beautiful." I give her a small smile and in return she blushes. She looks down and asks " what's yours?"

" My name's Lauren. Lauren Anderson." And then we both go our separate ways.

*Time skip to later that day in the even*

Imane. What a unique name. I decide to search her up on Instagram but didn't get any results. So I decide to check twitter and I found her account. Dang she is very popular on twitter she has 200k followers and she is only following 20 people. That's insane. Talk about ratio. I quickly decide to see who is following her see many males and only a few females.. but damn those few females were hot. So was she, now that I think about it... damn it's so embarrassing that she saw me weeping... poor girl must have been so confused. I thought of dm'ing her but decided against it because she probably won't see it with the amount of followers she has. Damn... this sucks... why'd she have to be popular?

After spending more time then I'd like to admit stalking her twitter, I looked over at my clock to see it say "10:00 PM" in bright red lights, so I decide to go to sleep.