Phoebe and I were having our lunch break. We were eating at the small diner across of Scalavatia, its name was Cabana Craves. It had been advertised here and there throughout the town, since it was a newly opened diner. However, the inside was not as pretty as it advertised to be on the outside. By now, we had already seen the most of it, but to be honest, the food tasted pretty good and quite worth the price. Well, Phoebe and I loved food, and she just enjoyed spending time with me when we were having lunch break. So probably we would spend most of the rest of our lunch breaks here, hopefully they will be open for a long time. .The waitress walked over to us with our food. .“Hi there, you girls want anything else special today?”.The two of us looked up at each other..“We're fine, thank you.” .The waitress left again without giving us another glance. We resumed eating our food in a comfortable silence. Just then, she returned with a small basket full of different types of bre
Today at work, the visitors were really crowded so I had to work overtime. It was understandable as it was a Saturday night. I even had to stay behind to help closing up the restaurant. I worked from very early morning up to almost midnight. It was really, really exhausting. I could feel the soles of my feet being very swollen and it really did hurt so bad. I was dying to take my close-toed heels off after such a long hard day of working my ass off. .I continued on to do some tasks such as wiping up all the tables. I was helped by my colleague, of course. The bar was squeaky clean right after I wiped all the stains that was built up by the fluids spilled upon it. Then I finished off everything by wiping the wine glasses so that it would be dry completely. These glasses need to be free of water stains that would look unappealing when they finally dry up..When everything was finally clean and spotless, me and my colleagues went to the lockers in the staff break room to get ready to
In the midst of the bustling kitchen, the enticing scent of freshly cooked meals enveloped me in a cocoon of anticipation and eagerness. I was clad in my uniform, highly focusing on my arduous but lowly-paid job. Each precise movement provided me a sense of my own liveliness from the chaos of the clanging of pans and utensils around me. All of a sudden, a current of tension hinted that a storm was about to unravel my peace.."EVERYONE STAY STILL AND DON'T MOVE!" A stern but high-pitched voice resonated throughout the wide and hollow kitchen. The voice was reflected all through the kitchen because most of the appliances were made out of stainless steel. .Much hot air was already produced from the cooking process. The voice made the air seemed much heavier and hotter. Not soon after, I realized that the owner of the sound must be none other than Elaine..Elaine, the bitchy and snotty daughter of the restaurant's owner, strode into the kitchen with an air of entitlement that clashed w
BEEP! HONK!!!I was sitting on the passenger seat. The car almost crashed, but Harrison quickly swerved. "Harrison, are you okay?!""Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that.""You can stop for a while, if you're not feeling well, we are not in a rush after all...""It's okay, Aria, I don't know what has gotten into me...""You look like you got something on your mind this whole time.""I don't know, Aria."He drove the car to the curb of the street, and slowly stopped."Harry, you can talk about anything to me if you want to, you know I won't mind at all...""I'm sorry, Aria, it's just... It's just that..."Harrison's face suddenly dimmed, he looked so gloomy. He was looking out the car window. I did not know what to do, so I stayed silent while he did too. We were in complete total silence for quite a long time, until I finally opened my mouth to initiate a conversation."Is it about me, Harry?""...Um...""I'm sorry if I sounded too nosy, but... I guess you know what happened back in the r
TW // sexual violence , sexual abuse , claustrophobia , abortion."Come on, Aria, give me another chance!". "I've given you enough chances, it's getting too much and too unbearable. I'm not giving you another one."."I miss Amy, and I miss you too."."You're the one who left me, Ken, what made you think I will take you back that easily?"."You've always been this stubborn and annoying, Aria."."It's a good thing that I haven't blocked your number yet, Ken!". "I will try to find you, and then I WILL take Amy with me."."You're fucking crazy, she has been with me ever since she was born!"."But I'm her father!"."I will never give you a chance to meet her, you deadbeat! She will never want to be with you!"."I'm still trying to stay calm here, Aria, don't make me come and get you too."."Go on, if you can find me."."Oh, I will."."You never will.".I stopped the conversation as I hung up the phone.."Mommy, why are you so angry? Who called you on the phone?"."Amy, so
The sun had just begun to rise on a Sunday morning, casting a soft glow across the room as I stood by the kitchen counter, carefully pouring cereal into a bowl for Amy. Our breakfast, especially on Sunday morning, was always a silent routine and a serene step to start the day. We enjoyed this quiet moment together, and I wished I would have moments like this with Amy forever. Remarkably, Amy also had been up early as well, her energy matching the sun's motion of rising..As we ate, the world outside seemed to stir with a hushed quietness, the chirping of birds providing a gentle soundtrack to our shared solitude. I couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight played upon Amy's face, illuminating her features like a painter's brushstrokes. She caught me gazing and smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and something deeper, something that hinted at hopes and dreams..As we continued to have our breakfast, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains; which creat
As the bus approached the stop, I could already discern his presence near the roadside. His motorcycle, a sleek black machine, rested just a few paces away, and I knew this was our meeting point. With a mix of anticipation and a hint of nerves, I prepared to disembark from the bus, my daughter Amy by my side..The bus came to a halt with a soft sigh of air brakes, and I leaned over to Amy, who was peering out the window with wide-eyed curiosity. "Amy, it's time to get off the bus," I said with a smile, my voice laced with excitement. Her face lit up as she turned to me, a tangle of enthusiasm and wonder in her expression..Gathering our bags, we made our way down the aisle, Amy clutching her stuffed bear tightly. Stepping out onto the pavement, the crisp morning air surrounded us, carrying the promise of a brand new day. Amy's grip on my hand was firm, her steps a mix of eagerness and shyness..Walking toward him, my heart raced as I watched him turn to us, a welcoming grin spreadin
I was laid off work for two weeks. I needed to earn money so I could feed myself and Amy. Harrison offered to pay for everything, but I declined every single offer of his. I was still able to earn money myself, I wouldn't want to mooch money off him. .I started to look for freelance work online. I was hoping to get some work that was not long-term. I only needed the side jobs for two weeks, too. .I searched and searched, but none of them caught my attention. That being said, none of them : A.) pays well or B.) had a job desk that suited to my skills..Sigh..I threw my body to the couch, but I suddenly remembered to contact either Kanika or Zoe. They were my flatmates at the building I used to live in..Kanika is a freelance worker, so she usually works from home in front of her laptop and devices. Zoe works in a job-searching company. She usually assists people online and help them find the jobs most suitable in accordance to their skills..I tried to call Kanika first.."Hel