Cakes, Papers And Us

Ch 2

“Hello?” Amaya answers a little bit groggily as she picks up the call without checking. “Maya? Are you still sleeping? Hello, Amaya?” A very familiar voice greets the other end and she tries her best to not sound like she just woke up.

“Amaya, are you there? Are you up yet?” the voice was teasing her, she could feel it yet she could not pinpoint who it belonged to. “Uh no, no, I’m not sleeping… just resting my eyes,” Involuntarily she gets up and rests her back against the headboard, rubbing her eyes to cast the sleep away.

“Well, you sound like you’re still sleeping, I guess we partied too hard last night. I’m on my way over, you are home… right…?” The voice chuckled once more yet at the end of her words there’s an uncertainty in it but Amaya paid no attention to it as she’s half-awake.

“Yes, I’m home,” The call ends just as Amaya peeks at the caller’s ID, her best friend’s name. 'Mia was on before her phone blacks out, making her slide back down into the covers of her duvet, too lazy to get up.

Despite being lazy to start the day, Amelia’s words rang in her ears. Sighing, she made a move to get out of bed but as her feet hit the floor, pain zapped up her system like she was electrocuted. “OW!!!”, why and how am I still sore!? I’m starting to question what I drank last night… How did I let a man take me home? 

This is the worst hangover ever! Amaya pulls the ends of her hair as she moans out in pain, rolling around in bed, ahhhh!!! The real question is how did I end up with him in the first place, who was that guy?? Her thoughts ran wild with thoughts and questions regarding last night but it frustrates her to the core because none could be answered.

“I’m not telling anyone about what happened, especially not to Mia,” She was determined as she limps away to get a warm bath, hoping it will get rid of the aching pain from her womanhood.

At least that’s what actresses in dramas do when it happens to them… When she was done, the pain had lessened and she felt slightly relieved because the limping was not as obvious as earlier. 

After getting dressed in a turtle neck sweater and a pair of pajama shorts. Amaya heads to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk and probably some Aspirin for her hangover. How did I get too drunk? I don’t remember how I let that guy take me home…

At the sound of her apartment door unlocking, she was bought out of her thoughts from last night, her best friend emerges from the hallway. Amelia wore a plain baby pink-tee, tucked in her brown skirt that falls just above her knees with a cute baby blue cardigan. 

“So, you just got up?” Amelia greets with a sly smile and Amaya boringly replies. “What’s that supposed to mean?” the latter didn’t say anything but kept grinning like she knew something Amaya didn’t.

When the smile she gave starts to creep Amaya out, Amelia saves herself. “Nothing, usually you’d be up early no matter how much you hate mornings and how much alcohol you consumed,”

“Well I just sort of slept in today but I did get up to tell Chet about me being absent for the day, he even said ‘I told you so’,” Amaya smiles sheepishly as she drinks her milk. “So, you’re not going to work today?” 

Amelia’s eyes lit up at her own question and Amaya had an inkling what the female wanted but kept the thoughts to herself. “Sort of, why are you here so early anyway? And why aren’t you at work?” 

Mia looks at her like she’s crazy. “Early? Babe, it’s already 2.30 pm,”, she deadpanned at her best friend who shrugs the matter away. “And I got a half-day today, they needed the space to train our new recruits and I wasn’t part of the training team,” this time Amelia shrugs regarding her statement.

A pregnant pause fell on them as the only sound could be heard are the notifications from their phones. 

“Oh and I'm kinda bored because Tyson’s at work but he's off to Marc’s later, said he has something to discuss. So I decided to come here. I’m carving for your attention, love, and spaghetti,” Amaya laughs at Amelia’s behavior, if one didn’t know them, they could mistake the two of them as old lovers with the way she behaves.

“Well, my attention is always yours my dear. But I have no ingredients to make you a plate of spaghetti. Unfortunately, I’m out of those,” she played along and laughs louder at the pout emitted from her best friend. “I also feel very lazy to go out today,”

“We can always go grocery shopping for those. Come on, I’ve been carving for your spaghetti for days,” when Amelia starts to jump and whine like a kid, Amaya knew it was going to be a long day. “Amaya… come on!”

Amelia didn’t only try to convince Amaya nicely and cutely but she also begged and threaten her to get dress so they could go out. No sooner than she could decline and reject for the up-tenth time. Amaya agrees, giving in.

Amaya quickly got changed out of the shorts into a denim one, not bothering to change the sweater and began to apply makeup. “So where’d you go missing last night? The girls and I couldn’t find you after you said you went to the washroom,” her hand stops midair just as she began to gather her hair, taken aback by the question. 

Amelia took the hair and began to braid it for her, waiting for Maya to answer. “Well, I was so out of it. I puked in the toilet then I left,” Amaya shrugs as she hopes her best friend believed her, not making any eye contact through the mirror. Stop asking about last night… I don't remember anything...

“Really? That’s a shame. I wanted to introduce you to Marc last night, he was there apparently,” Mia tucks the last strand of hair and smiles as she observes her masterpiece. “Marc as in Tyson’s best friend? Why?” Amaya sprays some of her favorite perfume over herself and jokingly does some to Mia.

“Remember my suggestion about expanding your cafe? He’s the main event director for Grey’s Event & Co., he works for and handles the VIP clients,” Amelia begins to explain but Amaya begins to exhale dramatically. Singing 'la, la, la, I can't hear you!' 

“Now I remember why I drank so much, it was the annoyance of your constant suggestions,” she jumped when her best friend pokes her. "Hey! Stop that!"

“You are being ungrateful, do you know how many people want to have a taste of your cakes and delicacies? Or how much exposure you could get if you join his company? Or if your cafe is signed under his?” Amelia throws her hands up, exasperated by her lack of response as they enter the car.

“Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don’t know,” Amaya gestures to her best friend so she'd focus on driving instead of lecturing her about the need for expanding.