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The dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows, the blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze, the blazing midday sun shone relentlessly on the hikers, and the roads shimmered in the heat of the midday sun, and the sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot, blue sky.
The afternoon sun bathed the buildings in its warm light; specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the café windows.
I stood dressed in black leather trousers paired with a crop top, an apron tied around my waist as I carried trays of food to different customers, the Café was a fancy one, designed for both the classy and poor, I served food of different kinds, our best food was the Italian kind as the owner was from Italy, the walls were painted golden giving it an amazing palace flare, the different menu was hanged on different pillars, freshly plucked roses on each table, and a soft blues playing in the background.
The amazing aroma that left the freshly baked bread I carried made my mouth water as I placed it gently on my customer's table; my stomach grumbled begging to be fed.
A soft tap on my back startles me as I turn around to first meet a muscled chest, a smile immediately forms on my face the moment I see the owner of the chest.
“Matt!” I yelled hugging him, a bright smile on my face.
“Mia!” he said patting my head.
“So you finally decided to visit me, I was thinking you would visit me after when I turned a hundred-year-old,” I said dragging him to the counter with a stern look on my face.
“Awww you look cute when angry,” he said softly pinching my cheeks.
“Matthew!” I grumbled glaring at him.
“Amelia,” he said chuckling.
“This isn’t funny” I shoulder and gave him a cold glare, he quickly sobers up, muffling his laughter as he stared at me.
“What the fuck is funny,” I said glaring at him.
“Nothing Mia, I’m sorry for not coming to see you I have been busy with work you know”
“Yeah yeah, that one excuse” I grumbled.
“Which is the truth, Mia,” he said patting my head.
“So how is my darling Amelia doing,” he said pulling me to a booth.
“I have missed you, I had a lot of things to tell, and I missed my gossip mate, my best friend,” I said pouting my lips.
“You could have called,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“Like I didn’t try that,” I said glaring at him.
“And?” he questioned with raised eyebrows.
“And it never fucking went through matt, always going into voice mail,” I said glaring at him; he seemed to heave a sigh of relief as he gave me a sly smile.
“I have missed you too hazelnut,” he said pinching my cheeks with a wide smile on his lips.
“What would you love to eat?” he said picking up the menu.
“French toast and scrambled eggs” I hurriedly said with a cheeky smile.
“Oh I see someone has been craving for those” he chuckled calling Katie my co-worker.
She hurriedly came to our table, straightening her dress.
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