Delickr's Bloodline Saga #1: Aroused

Chapter 3: Hope

Amy

Fuck! f**k! f**k!

Amy, what did just happened?

It has been minutes since I started to run. Run away from that f*****g Mistern Aviator. His presence is so suffocating. Like I have breathed everything but not oxygen.

What's wrong with him? He is still young. Maybe just a year or two older than me. But why is he talking to me like that? Like I'm much younger than him? I know, I've acted recklessly. But... But...

Fuck him!

I slapped my face really hard. That is for the third time already. The impact made me feel a sting on my left cheek. That's aside from getting my palm damp.

It's been a while since I've started acting unreasonably. To be precise, running with no exact destination. The sun hasn't yet sunken. It is still happily basking a breadwinner girl finding a new job. Add this traffic of vehicle to my right. Their unwanted emissions. No wonder why I am sweating at the moment.

Really everything with that guy is something. My crazy mind is blasphemously replaying everything in that encounter. How sexy he is while slipping out of his Lexus. How strong his bearing is while sporting that aviator. How manful he is while clenching his jaws. How seducing his minty-fresh breath smell while we're close.

Everything with that guy is perfect. A total package of glory things.

I kinda like him. Though, my anger is much bigger!

I gave myself another slap. Again, cheek felt stung and palm went damp. That is the last before I came up with a resolve. I'm already exhausted, to think. No more face hitting if I'll just stop running.

I should not let what happened earlier ruined my job hunting. I have a family to feed. I need to find a new source of living the soonest. Also, save more to buy a decent phone later. Amy, please throw away that memory of him already. Mistern Aviator will not meet you twice.

That self-made alias though, I know it will haunt me for the rest of my life. Mistern Aviator.

I heaved a deep sigh as I looked at my wristwatch. I got a reading that's 4:32 p.m.. I started thinking of my next move.

My initial plan is to find any job openings until six. That's an hour and a half less from now. And if I can't still find one, I will call this a day. Tomorrow is the continuation of my unfortunate journey as a breadwinner.

I ran my sight all over the place. I smiled at what I saw. Not far from me stood a public restroom.

Good thing my subconscious has led me here. I really need to fix myself.

I approached the restroom.

Fifteen minutes pass and now I'm satisfied with how I look. The typical copper-haired Amy has retouched.

I egressed the restroom and walked on the pedestrian crossing. My purpose is to reach the other side of the road.

I haven't yet gone there to look for a job. Hopefully, this time, I can find one there...

"Miss, excuse me," I said to the lady that is standing at the entrance of Strong and Tasty Coffee Shop. This is the fifth place I've approached on this side of the road.

I can tell that this lady works in this place. Her outfit has a logo similar to this establishment's. A white mug with five characters written on it: S&TCS.

"Yes, Miss? What can I do for you?" she asked. Her long and thick dark eyelashes are astounding. I am sure they were not mascara.

"Ahm, I just would like to inquire if this coffee shop is looking for an additional employee?"

"You interested?"

I slowly nod.

Am I getting her wrong? Or I've already found what I'm looking for? Does this coffee shop is looking for an additional employee?

"Please say yes if you're really interested."

My eyes widened. I said jolted, "Yes, Miss."

"Well, that is good to hear."

She curved her plum and red lips. She smiled. What a lovely lady with her black hair inside the hairnet.

"Does that mean..." I said. The prolong in my tone suggests that I want confirmation.

"Oh yes, Miss. The coffee shop is looking for an additional employee."

Happiness is what I felt upon hearing her.

At last, my effort for today hasn't been laid to waste!

She continued, "To be precise, we want a brewer. I suppose you know how to make coffee, right? Though, there is just one small problem."

I furrowed my forehead. I responded, "Yes, I know how to make a coffee. But what is the problem?"

Is she making fun of me? There is a job opening. She said, a brewer. But the problem is?

"The problem is just a small one, Miss. It is about the owner of this place, the employer."

"What about him?" I asked.

Don't tell me he/she died, too? But how come it is just a small problem? Is it just injury? Heartbroken?

The lady smiled at me. A kind of smile that can make someone infatuate her. I like her beauty.

She spoke, "The employer will be the one that'll interview you, Miss. But he has gone home already. If you want to be a brewer, you should be back early morning tomorrow. Six sharp."

Oh, I must have taken my imagination far. I thought the employer also died.

I replied, "Yes, yes, I will go back. Thank you, Miss."

Since I can't contain my happiness, I reached for the lady's hands. She went surprised by my action. But later, she just laughed.

"Haha! I think, there is no need for us to address each other as 'Miss'. I feel that you are much qualified to be a brewer. Call me Ana. Anastasia Figenre. And you are?"

I smiled at how pleasing her personality is. Probably this coffee shop is lucky to have her.

I replied, "Nice meeting you, Anastasia. My name is Amethyst Diadema."

We have an additional talk with Ana. Just a small convo. She revealed that she's waiting for her shift to begin. That is for 12 hours. Six to six. When 5:50 arrived, I decided to leave. We bid goodbye and I walked my way to the nearest bus stop.

But while I'm just a block away from the bus stop, I bumped into a lady. She has a troubled look on her face.

"Miss, I'm sorry," she apologized. This brings back what happened earlier with that man. Mistern Aviator.

I nodded. "It's fine."

I continued my walk. But before I went many paces away from her, I heard the lady spoke again, "Miss, can I ask for your help?"

I turned to face her. Seems like she's pertaining to me.

I'm right.

"What help?" I asked.

She approached me. She revealed, "There is an emergency in my house. I just got hired for this job. First meeting absent and I'll be replaced. Can you please help me?"

Her tone sounds desperate. I felt pity for her. She looks like me that leads a difficult life.

"How can I help you?" I asked.

She gave me a sweet smile. Her eyes shone like have seen a savior.

She started speaking, "My job is selling cigarettes from bar to bar. Could you please take my place for this one time only? All your earnings will be yours. I'm just concern about the slot. "

I don't know what has gotten to me. But this is my answer, "Okay..."