All I ever dreamed of was be something in life, someone., someone more than just a girl from a small town. I had big dreams. I wanted to be like my Grandmother, an actress, my own individual, independent.
That's what I wished for, but life had different plans for me. My Grandmother is strong, just like a real soldier. She speaks out, defenitely doesn't hold her tongue back, she has no fear, but at the same time I also know how innery lonely she is. It's just a mask. It seems to run in the Family, we all end uo lonely. I've always strongly believed that the circle of the three of us (my Grandmother, mother and me) is unbreakable, but then things happen, we are so far from each other. It's almost like the bond is gone, makes me think if the circle has broke. But then I know, it's just the distance.
I took a big step, and here I was, in the big city life, everything was so new, so big, must admit it took me a while to adjust my new lifestyle. Luckily I was lucky enough to find this small cafe where to work, the big city become my new home, even tho the job was very repetitive and boring. It was in the heart of the city, si on daily basis I got to meet new people.
Everyday I would see someone new, handle them their coffee and wonder... What's their life like? Are they happy?
There used to be this one client in particular that I'll never forget, this elder man (in his late 80's) every morning he would take the exact same seat, and same order. One of the kindest people I've ever met, so happy and polite, until he would take a seat at his preferred table.... He takes his hat off and suddendly he becomes so sadm whilst touching his wedding ring.
He must really miss her "Just a coffee, one sugar and just one drop of milk., that's how she used to like it" , wow, true love does exist? Every morning it was the same phrase, I must say I learnt very quickly with him, I knew exactly how he wanted his coffee.
There also used to be this young lady , every single morning at 8.30 am, she walks in, in her black dress and beautiful luxury bag (I could tell, because it was flawless) she used to pull over at the front in a black limousine. Her order was always "Long black", she wouldn't say anything else, she barely ever even makes eye contact "He likes it extra hot" thats all she would add. Absolutely nothing else. I wondered who was she? Someones bossy partner? Assistant? Coffee deliverer (way too fancy for that)? Well, shes obviously someone. Everyday she would repeat the whole thing "Long black. He likes it extra hot" , thanks for reminding me, like I didn't know it already, right? So the next day I thought I'd change the pattern, maybe I was just trying to get a simple "Hello", or "Bye" out of her. Who knows what I was thinking. But "Thank you wpuld definitely be a nice start" so I said: ' Long black. Extra hot" with a smile on my face.It was the first time she turned her head up and actually made eyecontact with me. If looks could kill, damn me, she's the one!
"I place the orders here. You make it. No extra conversation is needed. You do not speak for me"
Wow, what a rude ungrateful bitch (I said to myself) "My apologises. Absolutely. What can I make for you, Miss?" I replayed. Whilst I was thinking how I'd like to throw a coffee at her, extra hot! What a witch. Few days later,he walked in. It was the limousine I recognised. So tall, so handsome , literally like a breeze of fresh air.
"Hi. I'm doing my own coffee run today, but I'm condient you know what I want" I'm pretty sure my mouth was open for 5 seconds. I was frozen. He then smiled and said "Long black, extra hot. Thank you"
I think I melted a little bit, lucky I didn't spill the whole thing at him, the coffee of course. Little I knew what was coming for me.
"From now on, I will be oicking up my coffee. Same time everyday. Make sure you have it ready"
Needless to say I thought he was being cocky and superior. But very handsome!
All I knew, I was going to see him again.
To be continued...