A Dying Girl's List

Chapter 3

That week went by very fast.

The next thing Lissa knew, it was Saturday already. There she was, standing in front of her full-length mirror, struggling to find the perfect outfit for her breakfast date. While fitting on outfit number five, her phone buzzed with a text from Jace,

I'll meet you at Wendy's in about 20 minutes.

She didn't reply, instead, she ran around her messy room like a headless chicken, trying to finish getting ready and get going. Of course, she knew it was just breakfast, but still, a girl has to look good. And this was the first time she was trying to put some effort in.

“Hey, Lissa,” Jace greeted her when she entered Wendy's with only a few minutes to spare. The smell of waffles and pancakes immediately overpowered her senses, almost making her drool.

“Hey, Jace,”

“You look amazing,”

“Thank you. So do you,” Jace and Lissa wore matching-colored outfits. Not that they planned that. On the contrary, they both were stunned when they noticed their color choices.

They both were wearing blue. Royal blue, to be exact. Lissa was dressed in a blue dress, paired with her blue wedges, and she also left her hair down in its natural waves. Jace wore a blue and white t-shirt with dark blue – almost fading – jeans and a pair of Nike Air 27 C's – also blue, but sky blue.

“I like your outfit color,” Lissa told Jace, trying to keep a steady conversation going.

“Thanks. I love that we're unintentionally matching,” he replied, grinning.

“Yeah,” said Lissa, rubbing her elbow.

“It's my favorite color,”

“It's my favorite color,” they both stated, and smiled at their statements.

“So how was your talk with Steph?” Lissa asked Jace, taking a step forward, indicating subtly to him that they should be sitting down right now, and he followed her.

“It was good, intimidating, but good,”

“I was stunned when I got a text from you. I was like, 'wow, I can't believe he had the guts to go up to Steph'. I was honestly pleasantly surprised,”

“I told you I was going to do it,” Jace answered smugly.

“I know. And you did it,”

“I did it,” they sat down in a booth in the corner of the diner, at the far back, and a few minutes later, a waitress came to take their order.

A tall, petite, Asian lady with a not-so-friendly expression on her face. She looked like she'd much rather be on a beach, sipping a cocktail, away from society than there, but, alas, there she was. Waitressing.

“What can I get for you two today?” she asked, taking out a notepad from her apron pocket, and a pen that was sticking out from her black bun.

“I'll have the breakfast special, please,” Lissa said scanning through the menu.

“Same for me too, please. And two milkshakes,” Jace ordered, asking Lissa if she preferred chocolate. Lissa nodded her head at the waitress and smiled at her sweetly. The waitress barely noticed her smile, or she did, and didn't bother to return it, as she put the notepad and pen back into her apron pocket, slid the menus from the table, and headed off into the direction of the kitchen.

After their breakfast came and they had finished their food – which was delicious – they went outside. Jace proposed that they make the most of this sunny, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky, day,