Graffiti

CHAPTER 3

*AVANTI

I was already half way through my shift at the coffee shop when my bestfriend Trisha but I call her Trish sashayed into the shop causing all eyes to look her way in awe. I mean what was there not to admire . She was really beautiful with charcoal grey eyes and legs like those of the models in Vogue and ass like those of the models gracing the runways. And she knew the effect she had on people and she used that to her advantage. Today, she was putting on a red dress which accentuated her every curve and was putting on red lipstick and was walking head high in high stilettos to match. Trisha has always been very lethal when it came to dressing, trust me when I say she always dressed to kill.

She walked up the counter and slapped her purse on it to accumulate more attention which she got. She had me laughing and choking at the same time.

"Miss. Avanti Hidalgo, I came to whisk away to the land of oblivion. If you would agree. But its not like you have a choice". Land of oblivion ??? Is that not too much for a shopping spree?? Miss. Trisha Evans.. I asked wiggling my brows at her. She laughed really hard at my question. We became best friends back in high school before I dropped out and she continued and eventually graduated. She took over her father's business as she was the only child of her parents. They loved her so much but I'd not classify her as a spoilt brat because she was everything but a spoilt brat. She tried to put a smile on every face that she came across. Although we both shared a trait where we said anything in our minds without minding who got hurt or pleased by our words.

Avan... Are you just going to stand there??? Go and get changed. We sure have a lot of things to do so be quick and get your ass out here. But I've only gone half of my shift I still have like 55 minutes. "You don't believe me do you??" As she said that, Through the corner of my eye I saw movement and lifted my eyes to meet those of my coworker who wasn't on duty today in his work outfit grinning from ear. "Don't worry about that i would cover in for you. You could go with her." Jacob said. I instantly knew what she had done. Trisha could her way through anyone provided she wanted it and could not help but wonder what she promised him maybe a French kiss or a quickie?? I did not want to wrap my head around it because it irked the s**t out of me. So I just excused myself to go change. When I was out, we strolled out of the shop towards her car, which was a birthday present from her dad. It was yellow with cool features. Actually it was an exclusive BMW which she wouldn't stop yapping about. We got into the car she turned the music on. We were listening to Shameless by Camila Cabello. It goes to show the extent we believed in love and hoped that one day we would find the right one.