two unique stories combine into one at a dance,
the florist intrigues the famous indie singer,
feels like they have met before,
feels like the dance is just the beginning,
i mean soulmates, aren't just lovers...
this is just a story for those hope...
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Nine - Renee
"One ice tea and one caramel frappe please," I say my order to the man by the cashier. He writes my name down on the caramel frappe and my grandmother's name onto the ice tea. It's the only drink that cures her jet lag. I reach out for my purse and pay for the drinks. Before I wait at the exit counter, I add a few coins to the tip jar.
When my father and grandmother came home, we all went for a group hug. "Wow, Anita, your tofu is always beautifully seasoned. Gabriel, take notes." She flashes the motherly smile towards my father. "Mother, have you tried the chocolate pastry," My father recommends, "Oh, did you bake this son?" She looks at my father, hoping he actually baked it- "You tell me," My father winks, and my mother hits his shoulder playfully.
While I and my mother clean the table for the second time, My father reaches his arms out to me, as I leave my cloth on the table and run into his arms. I miss my father's hugs, even if I get a daily dose of them, it makes so many wonders. "Look at you, a grown woman, taking care of our shop, and helping your mother out." He speaks in my hair, making me hug him tighter. I feel my back carrying more weight than I began with. I hear my mother chuckle softly. When I let go, I fetch for what's at my back.
It's warm, big, and colorful. It's made with different patches of cotton. One's in zentangles, another is in patterns, there are different shades of purple to red, to a lighter hue of red down to orange- wait, it's the colors of the sunset. "I brought a comforter I created with cotton, and want you to keep it." My grandmother informs me. "Grand-mere," I hug the comforter with all my strength. Grandma's scent is all over this, and I make sure it stays forever.
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I carry the ice tea and frappe to one of the free tables and place both drinks on top of the table. "Straw?" A voice hands me a straw. I turn to look at whose hand it is. She looks so effortless, her hair is tied into a braid and her hand waits for me to take the straw. Her eyes look like coffee drops, as she's wearing crescent earrings that match with her bright red dress. "Uh, thank you," I take the straw from her and slide it off the wrapping. I can feel her eyes watching me poke the caramel frappe. "You must be Renee," That catches me off guard, how does she know my name? Her smile stays untouched, she's so welcoming. "I am Jasmine," She reaches out her hand.
