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“A cherry milkshake, but can I get more ice cream on it?”
Emmie smiled at the little boy, writing it down while asking, “You mean whipped cream?”
“Uh-huh, the one on the top.”
“Okay,” she chuckled and, looking at his father, asked, “something else?”
“No, that’s it for now. Thank you,” the man said.
Nodding, she said, “The food might take a bit longer than usual, we’re lacking workers right now.”
“Alright, that’s okay.”
Emmie nodded and walked back towards the counter, eyes sliding over the booths in front of her, as always, checking if anyone needed anything. The blonde momentarily froze as she saw the boy in the booth, staring at her as always. Neither of them smiled as their eyes met, but when she went to hand Carl the new order, she could hear his boots moving against the ground, towards her.
Ramsay sat on the stool behind the counter, right next to the blenders she made the milkshakes in. The girl kept facing the ot
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Ramsay woke up extremely early that Sunday. He took a full-body shower, brushed his teeth, and shaved. Before that, though, he had gone for a run on the river’s edge, hoping to see the blonde girl before their date in a few hours. That mission failed; Emmie hadn’t been there. Now, sitting on the small, crappy kitchen table, he was nervously chewing on an apple—his third. They never had much food at home, but when they did, it was usually bought by him, not his dad, and gone with a day. That’s why Ramsay preferred to eat at Carl’s; he had the freedom to eat all of it and pay a small amount of money. As Ramsay heard his father’s steps down the hall, he glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned, letting his head fall onto his nape. “Morning.” BT stopped on the small doorway, narrowing his eyes a bit. “Morning…” He made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the last three eggs and the few slices of bacon they still had left. Then, cracking
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“Oof.” Emmie loosened her arms involuntarily as Ramsay laughed, helping her climb off the bike before doing the same himself. “You okay there?” he chuckled as the girl tugged the helmet off, getting her breathing back into rhythm. “You were squeezing me pretty hard—” “You fucking sped up,” she exhaled, gasping air right back into her lungs afterward. Ramsay laughed, bucking his head a bit, and took the helmet from her gently. “Sorry, I was pretty sure you were used to the bike already so I wanted to have some fun.” Pointing at him with her index finger slightly, she murmured, “I’ll never ride with you ever again.” That made the guy laugh again and Emmie huffed quietly, rolling her eyes at him. “You’re in a good mood.” “You’re cute.” A small smile appeared on her lips as she opened her backpack. When she looked back up for a second, the boy was gazing around, more peaceful than she had ever seen him. That made her smile a bit more as sh
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The following day, Ramsay waltzed into the diner, very hungry, and not in the best mood. His father had come home drunk at night again but had been gone by the morning, leaving him worried and angry. Just the other day, BT had promised him, again, to stop drinking. By now Ramsay knew the words were never genuine, but still, every time the older man promised something, a small piece of hope was planted in his heart. Which of course ripped it open the following day, always ending up betrayed. Ramsay knew he needed to stop believing the words that left his father’s mouth. But it was his father. The only family he had. And so, he was ready to get his heart broken every week as long as he still had a roof over his head and someone to see once in a while. The bell on the door rang as he entered, and both Emmie and Mateo looked up. They didn’t usually have many shifts together, but as Jessy couldn’t come to work and Mateo was more than happy to make more m
Lost (in Your Emerald Eyes) E L E V E N
The week went by fast, Ramsay visiting Carl’s every day as usual, but spending a bit less time there than he had the previous few weeks. He got to hang out with Emmie day after day, just sharing smiles and, when she and Mateo weren’t busy, playing cards. The highlights of his days, before going to work and leaving after spending a few hours with the girl, were the small conversations they would have during his friend’s short lunch breaks. Or they could be called late lunch breaks. Mateo ate at strange hours, even for Ramsay. He had his lunch at 5 pm, and while it was odd, the beanie-wearing boy was happy to spend some quality time with only Emmie when he wouldn’t have to pretend they weren’t friends. The girl was still up for their date on Sunday, and he already knew where he was going to take her. It was gonna be different than the last one, but Ramsay wondered that if he took Emmie on a date to the exact same place every time, for the exact same ac
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Ramsay was sat in a booth at Carl’s, nursing a huge cup of black coffee, and having a conversation with Ani when Peter Davis entered the diner. His eyes automatically fell on him, knowing fairly well what he looked like. The boy’s head turned to see if Emmie was waiting outside in the car, but he didn’t find the yellow, retro vehicle she had described. Frowning and blocking his friend entirely out, his eyes focused back on the man, ears sharpening to hear the order. Crispy chicken wings, a grilled cheese, and a coffee with two sugars. A coffee? The frown remained on the boy’s face, not realizing his friend was trying to snap him back into reality and get his attention. Emmie never ate anything but healthy food when she was with him, and small amounts of it, so he would have been surprised by the chicken and grilled cheese, but the coffee made it impossible. She was through and through a vanilla kind of girl and had told him numerous times about her
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The next day, Emmie was working again. It felt nice to start her morning with the same people that had been in it for over a month already: the old couple, a few construction workers from Christopher’s dad’s company, a small girl with her single father, and loads of different truck drivers. When noon started to roll around, people with normal sleep schedules started to come to the diner for a morning coffee and breakfast. Jessy was working again, but because of her health problems, her doctor had recommended not moving too much, which meant Emmie was on waitress duty while she took the orders at the counter and prepared coffee and milkshakes. Ramsay walked through the door about at eleven, face ice-cold as he went to sit by himself in his regular booth. He sighed while closing his eyes and rested his nape against the back of his booth. At this point, he didn’t even have the energy to look for Emmie or see if she was approaching him or not. The girl, after see
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Waking up the next morning, Emmie groaned at the sunlight in her face and turned around, cheek hitting the slightly damaged pillow under her head as she tugged the blanket up her body and over her shoulders. “Morning, sunshine,” she heard. The girl opened her eyes, looking around in confusion for a moment before glaring at Ramsay standing in his small kitchen and laughing at her. “Shut up,” she murmured and closed her eyes again, turning onto her stomach and burrowing her face into the familiar-smelling pillow. Ramsay chuckled again, shaking his head a bit as he served them eggs with toast. Last night had been crazy, at least for Emmie who was constantly shuffling around, not able to find a comfortable position. The boy laughed at her when, in her sleep, she had thrown her leg over his waist and snuggled against him. Now, in the morning, she didn’t remember all of it, but the small remarks that Ramsay had made about her cuddling skills were still on h
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