Emily's POV
"It's only six months Lana, the baby is barely born" I remind her, amused by her childish excitement. "By the way, since when did the baby have a name?"
I look at her with a surprised look, she shrugs her shoulders and puts her hands on her belly, giving herself a little cuddle.
"It's not a name, I don't even know if it's going to be a boy or a girl. I just thought that calling her baby all the time wasn't very motherly of me" She looks tenderly at her budding tummy: "So until then, it's Lolito or Lolita."
I extend my arm to her tummy and place my hand on her belly with an open palm: "I hope that when he or she is born, you will learn to give better advice."
She pretends to be hurt and replies: "My advice is exceptional, in just a few months you will be thanking me, my dear." She assures" When do you plan to tell the boy that you accept the proposal?"
She questions, I look at my phone and consider how long I should make him suffer for being a liar. Or for having such strange rich dilemmas.
"I think I'll call him tomorrow. In the evening, every evening." I answer him and see her smile: "I swear if I keep considering it too much, at some point I will regret all of this."
"So now it will be two of our packing boxes. As sad as this whole situation put me in another context, just now I feel very happy" She sinks her hand back into the chicken box, taking from it a new piece: "Now let's enjoy this, it may be our last dinner in this place."
I agree with her, so we get back to the task of finishing the wings amidst a pleasant chat about old memories of our high school days. Without realizing it, the minutes pass and the supplies run out, however, taking into consideration that this could be one of the last days together, so we decide to spend the rest of the evening with each other.
I unpack my bed of the things I had on it except the computer, we settle under the covers, and with a romantic movie playing on the screen we fall asleep at some point.
***
The next day my alarm goes off promptly at 7 am with the label "Time to go to work". I get out of bed heavily, taking care not to wake Lana, and make my way to the shower. After a short routine between rinsing my hair, exfoliating my face, and brushing my teeth I emerge from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my body.
"Lana, your turn." I pick up a pillow and ungraciously throw it at her face. Unlike a normal person, I was Lana's alarm clock.
The brunette tosses and turns in bed and after several groans finally gets up and leaves my room. Once alone, I open my closet and grab my cafeteria uniform ready to start getting dressed.
Izzy's cafeteria was something like a second home to me, as I had already been working there for about a year. In college days I used to take the night shift, but during mid-year breaks, I took the full daily shift to generate savings to cover my rent and transportation expenses while I went back to school. While the salary was enough to cover my obligations, it was not enough to treat myself like going to see my parents in my hometown.
"Do you have breakfast here or do you have breakfast in the cafeteria?" Lana asks from the other side of the door, as I finally tie the laces of my tennis shoes.
"I have breakfast in the cafeteria, I'm already late." I grab my briefcase, take a look in the mirror, rearrange my t-shirt and jeans and leave my room to find Lana calmly eating breakfast.
She shakes her head, spooning a spoon full of cereal and milk into her mouth. She smiles at her sass and pulls me close to kiss her on the forehead.
"I'll try to leave as early as I can, if you get there first don't try too hard." She nods, and I finally leave.
The drive to the coffee shop wasn't very long, about fifteen minutes walk and I was there. Just crossing a few blocks, the brown sign with yellow letters was present in the panorama.
I arrived at the door of the place where everyone settled and tapped on it a few times. I wait a few seconds and behind the "closed" sign Jordan appears, with a smile on his face as if it wasn't that early.
"Miss Mason, you go ahead" He opens the door and bows at my entrance making me laugh.
"Hi, Jordan." I kiss him on her cheek, walk past him and go straight to the lockers to put my things away. Before I go out to check the shelves, I stop in front of the mirror. I arrange the yellow apron over my black T-shirt that had the coffee shop's logo emblazoned on it and after gathering my hair, I put on the place's signature cap. "How do I look?"
Jordan feigns astonishment and responds dramatically: "Did you tighten your apron any tighter? Because you look galactic my friend."
Yeah, I definitely loved being in Jordan's presence.
"Emi" He calls, as I reach for the inventory notebook: "Have you been able to sort out the apartment yet?" He asks, sparking my memory.
He asks, reviving in my memory the rich dilemma I had ended up meddling in by a bad move of life.
"Something like that." I answer without wanting to give too much detail, as I flip through the pages of our boss's notebook: "Do we still have nougat cake left? I don't see it anywhere."
"Well, I think we have some leftover from yesterday, but I can't check the fridges until the key-holding idiot arrives." He replies in annoyance. The rivalry between Brandon and Jordan was a real thing: "By the way, did you get Emily or not? Leave the middle ground to the coffee dear."
I take my eyes off the notebook and look into the slanted eyes of Jordan, who was looking at me with concern.
"His name is Brandon, Jordan. And I don't know it yet, I'm still in the process" I try to sound more cordial and less evasive when answering his question.
He doesn't seem satisfied however he doesn't ask again.
"Do you think I did inject my lips, Izzy me from your place in the box" He questions, making funny gestures with his mouth: "It can't be that the only pretty face to show here is your honey?"
I shrug with a smile on my face.
"You'd have to be born again Jordan, to replace me here." I reply in the same mocking tone he was talking to me in.
He gives a shriek pretending to be offended and returns to reproach me for the reasons why I was still the one who attended the cashier after a year.