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Chapter Twenty Seven
Who is Irina?
‘Have you ever had a dream about a girl whom you do not know?’ I said while I poured espresso shots straight to the white porcelain mug.
‘I don’t think so,’ Kevin answered. ‘A hundred seventy nine.’ he added as he continued counting the white paper cups.
‘I heard a girl crying in my dream,’ I said as I put a spoonful of foam to the top of the latte I prepared for a customer. ‘It’s weird, I really thought I heard someone’s crying as if it was real.’
‘Do you recognize the girl from your dream?’ he said, as he closed the door of the cabinet where he kept the paper cups.
‘I don’t think I have met her before,’ I said and handed him a pack of brown napkin papers. ‘In my dream, she had dark long straight hair and her skin was fair. She is petite and she wa
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I Was Here Chapter Thirty
The Ghost: The WomanJamia: ‘Where are you?’Irina: ‘Starbucks,’ I said. ‘I’m having a burnout staying at home, so I am writing my story here.’Jamia: ‘Is that a love story?’Irina: ‘Hmmm, not really,butalmosta love story,’ I said andplacedthe straw trapped between my lips. ‘It’s a sad story, though not tragic.’Jamia: ‘Uh, I don’t like sad endings,’ she said. ‘What are you drinking?’Irina: ‘White chocolate mocha,’Jamia: ‘Why don’t you put a twist on your story to make it interesting,’ she said. ‘Like, the main character have multiple personality disorder, or the main character is bipolar and also too brainyfor the average people.’Irina: ‘Hmmm,I will think about that,’ I
I Was Here Chapter Thirty One
A Chance to Feel AgainI watched her smile at the customer as she took orders from them, and she took their payment and handed them the change. Today she looks so happy. Even with wearing a facemask at work, she still manages to add on some makeup on her face. You know, just how a woman will normally do to look good. Well, I think her makeup isn’t bad, it’s her effort to look her best every ordinary day at work.She looks at me as I work in the diner area, collecting trays and used cups, plates and forks. From a short distance she watched as I wiped the table clean with a wet towel.As I moved from one table to another, I always caught her looking in my direction, like she is so in love with me. What does she see in me? I don’t know. I don’t know if she notices me over Kevin, who is definitely a good looking guy. She likes me, and she made it obvious and not a secret to anyone of us working in the coffee sho
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I Was Here Chapter Thirty Three
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I Was Here Chapter Thirty Four
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I Was Here Chapter Thirty Five
Friends, Are We?The white painted door of the one storey house swings opened, and Christian appeared with Selena beside him. I watched Christian carry a heavy white foldable table to the front yard, below the big mango tree at the left side of the front yard. And Mallory ran towards Selena and hugged her, ‘Happy Birthday Auntie Selena,’ greeted Mallory as she gave Selena a box of Goldilocks cake. ‘Oh, thank you Mallory,’ Selana said in gratitude and kissed Mallory on the head.Selena wears a long red maxi dress with spaghetti strapped and a pair of brown slippers. And she also wears eyeglasses with a dark brown frame. She has brown colored curly hair, which looks like a telephone cord. And her skin is very light in tone with some reddish spots on her face, pimples, I think. Selena, as I had known her from our college years, is a very sweet woman. She is very caring to the people around her, and I think that is one of the things Christian loves about her. At school campus she acted
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