a cactus and a lily find a common pot to grow - trixya

Chapter 3: Part 1 - a cactus and a lily find a common pot to grow

Trixie is, generally speaking, a very positive person, a true optimist. She likes to write inspiring quotes on the board for her classes, she prays every night before bed and she genuinely believes that the world could be a better place if we all tried a little harder. And, most importantly, she has always believed in a little magic.

She believes that every human being on Earth has a little charm in them, like a casual superpower. For instance, take Janice, this athlete who was her roommate in college and never twisted her ankles. She did track since she was a small child and she had never injured herself, not even that one time, during a race back in their junior year, when she tripped and landed sprawling about five feet away and even lost her shoe - she pulled it back on and kept running. Or Mrs. Monsoon, the History teacher. The coffee she makes is better than anyone else's, even if all she does is push a button, it tastes like heaven and keeps everyone alert the whole day. The examples are countless, from nail polish that never chips to people who always see the prettiest butterflies, Trixie stands by this theory of hers and refuses to let anyone discredit it, including Mr. Right, also known as her fiancé, Ian.

He's skeptical, a serious businessman who doesn't "have any time for this bullshit". She never told him that, but her heart broke a little bit when he said that after she had spilled out her thoughts on casual everyday magic, bright eyed and all. He told her it was silly and she shouldn't be wasting time thinking about this crap. That was their first real couple argument and it ended with a kiss and a smile. Trixie wishes their other fights would end like that one did, but when she looks at it now it just seems like a different reality they were living on back then. She misses that. Still, her serious businessman of a fiancé also has his own invisible skill and that is he never makes a mistake when he's typing, not ever. He doesn't even have to look at the keyboard, he just types away and it always comes out perfect. This man hasn't made a typo in his whole entire life, which is, I know, hard to believe, but also seriously compromising if we go back to that time he wrote he'd duck Trixie out of her mind. He had actually prepared some roasted duck with oranges for dinner that night, so in the end, it did make sense, but you never know.

A lot of these little superpowers go unnoticed, if we give it a thought, and this is why they're so special. Who knows if your superpower is, for example, never having stepped on a ladybug accidentally, or always taking the line that moves faster? Trixie is, in fact, particularly proud of her own tiny skill: she always arrives right on time - seriously, her timing is perfect. Her flights never delay, rush hour traffic doesn't affect her, she doesn't oversleep and she is always closer to her destination than she thinks she is. She's not really one to brag, except when it comes to this - it makes her happy to think that no external condition will ever affect her award-winning punctuality and she makes sure to let everybody know that in every possible situation.

But then, of course, she ought to have known better, because now it's twenty past seven and she's late. For the first time in her 27 years of existence, Trixie Mattel is late and yes, it is Katya's fault. I mean, it should be. Or maybe it isn't but this point is just arguable anyway, ok?

She is cursing the name of that Russian nutcase while still wearing her pink and silky ruffled robe, tapping her foot impatiently, and honestly, it's almost comedic. What's happening is that she decided to prepare some dinner for Ian because he always spends the night at her place on Tuesdays and Fridays, and he doesn't really appreciate her going out on her own, so she thought the dinner would be a treat to him. Maybe he wouldn't be too upset.

But then, of course, something had to go wrong because she just can't have a 9 to 5 bad day, it needs to be a full horrible day, from midnight to midnight. The food was completely tasteless because she forgot the salt, so she had to throw everything away and start over, from scratch. She is an amazing baker and an awful cook, go figure.