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Chapter four

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Rosa was gone first thing the next morning, she'd spent a good three minutes staring at his sleeping form on the couch as the sun rays cast a beautiful glow on his skin, giving it a rich golden look.

Her fingers itched to brush off the hair that framed his face as he lay collapsed, but she'd chastised herself lest she woke him up.

It's always awkward when the man wakes up to the girl leaving, she'd noted that in the movies, and maybe it had happened to her once…or twice.

She'd gathered her things that were scattered around the living room, hurriedly throwing on her clothes she'd dropped a sweet little note saying she had a great night and dashed out.

As she sat in the back of the cab, Rosa reminisced on the experience and smiled, reminding herself that this was the first and last time she would feel this or even think about it.

Rolling down the window, Rosa let the cool morning air hit her face, willing her eyes closed as he once again flooded her memories.

The way he had effortlessly struck conversations

with her, how it had been so easy for him to make her laugh, how quickly she had gotten comfortable with him.

There was vulnerability in their conversations, one like she had never had before. There was a beautiful charm about him that made her comfortable and heard.

And then when they had retired to his apartment, she could vividly remember his touch, the passionate kisses, his soft gaze, his strong yet gentle and skilled hands as he shed off layers of her cloth.

How his eyes had lit up when she was bare before him, how he had called her perfect despite her having a different opinion on that. How he had kissed the doubt away and took her piece by piece until she came undone.

At that moment she had felt complete and whole, the serendipity his arms brought her. Their meeting had been one scripted by fate, one she never knew she needed. This feeling would last her a while before she fell back into her usual routine.

Rosa half regretted not waiting until it was bright out, and he was awake, perhaps they would have traded numbers and promised to stay in touch.

Perhaps she would have gotten to know the blue-eyed Greek god of a man who had managed to sweep her off her feet, giving her a night filled with passion like she'd never experienced before.

But she shook off the thought, their meeting reminded her of the beauty of seized moments, however brief it had been, their connection had been real and spontaneous, rendering her serendipity.

And while it would forever remain in her past, Rosa could tell that it would forever be woven into the tapestry of her life.

“Hello miss.” Rosa was brought back to earth by the voice of a young girl not more than nineteen. She looked way younger, but Rosa could tell by her voice and composure that she was much older.

“I'm sorry, what do you want?” Rosa asked politely, it was what came with her kind of job, being a barista for about two years had made Rosa develop some habits.

Such as this, smiling at a random stranger while she went about making her coffee with three creams and three sugars, which did not sound very healthy but who was she to question her?

Wiping the brim of the disposable cup with a paper napkin, Rosa covered it and slowly slid it to the girl with a goodbye smile on her face.

It was a wonder that she did not have smile lines all over her face by now due to all the smiling she had had to do over the last two years.

Turning to clean up her work area, Rosa heard the voice before she saw the person, and she knew who exactly it was.

No one else called Ben, her coworker Benny except Storm, and no one else pronounced espresso as 'espresso' like she did.

“Out early today, that's unusual,” Rosa said as she wiped down the table.

“Well, I heard a certain someone, spent the night somewhere, and I needed all the tea, so I figured the earlier, the better.” She said with a shrug, dragging a spare seat towards Rosa's station.

“It's working hours Storm, I can't talk now, and You know that,” Rosa said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, don't worry, Mr. Will likes me. He wouldn't mind, come on.” Storm insisted, a pout on her lips and her eyes looking up like a puppy dog.

Mr. William was Rosa’s boss, and she hated that Storm was not lying when she said he loved her because he did, everyone knew that.

Rosa looked away, she could tell what Storm was doing. But then she looked up again, and could not resist giving in.

“Fine,” Rosa said, sighing as she looked around to make sure no one else was listening in on them. “I went home with this hot guy, a divorcee. And we may or may not have gone back to his apartment to fuck." That was all Rosa said.

“Details, baby girl, details.” Storm insisted scooting even closer as she sipped from her cup of espresso, her eyes locked on Rosa.

“Not here please.” Rosa drawled “Just know this, it was my best yet.” She added, winking naughtily at her best friend.

Rosa went about the day's work After her best friend left, occasionally reminding herself to push back thoughts of Damon.

He was now a memory and even though a sweet one, she was not ready to be bound by it. So as she sipped some coffee after work, she walked home with that in mind, to forget Mr. Greek god and focus on getting her life back together.

Reminding herself that she had many things to do and focusing on Damon would not help her solve her problems in any way.

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