And so I start a sweet bitter love
With a slight new impression
But with ice cream as a partner to execute the mission
And although the heart should not get out of the way
It was the first thing that the coldness of the Ice Cream arrowed
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P.O.V.
[SHE]
My arrival in the city was neither good nor bad.
It was like an intermediate point between feeling comfortable and at the same time feeling disgusted.
It's like wanting something and the moment you finally have it, it loses its charm because it's precisely yours.
Maybe that's how I felt when I set foot in that house that was familiar but rarely strange to me.
It had definitely been a long time. I always thought that my life would be a boomerang, that meant coming back after leaving. For this reason I was not surprised by the idea of returning to that place.
It hadn't changed since the last time I was there. But deep down that idea seemed not to be stable.
It seemed that only I understood how I felt. And I do not want to confuse you, so I will tell you with exact words my reaction:
Weird
Yes, but very rare.
At the same time that I felt at home I felt lost. Misplaced like the pieces of the puzzle won't fit together correctly and I soon understood why. It didn't take me long to find out the reasons for those strange sensations.
Do you want to know?
One word: Past
And not just any past, but just as past as chronological time announced.
Without more to do, as anyone would have done at my age. Look for ways to feel at home, even knowing that this structure repelled my presence.
That's how I found it.
Here between two I paralyzed myself in the middle of the avenue, my hands began to shake, my heart beat fast, so fast that in a short time the oxygen was scarce.
I saw it
To the
Again.
I thought that just as I would see myself, he would run to me and wrap me in his arms. I would laugh and happy ending.
But this is not a book where the protagonists are good and the endings are happy.
On the contrary. Everything I wanted to happen was gone as he walked past me undeterred by my presence.
I was stunned, petrified, like ass in water. I wanted to yell at him: hey idiot, don't you remember me or did your neurons melt?
But guess that?
I did not do it.
Cowardice? Maybe
Fear? Perhaps
Pride? Not that, heh.
That was just when I realized that I was absolutely nothing.
Exactly, it was that nothing in his life. And I swear I really wanted it to stay that way. But I can't lie to you. Or maybe if a little just to see you mesh the pieces of this story. The point is that I couldn't just sit idly by.
And the lightbulb went on. It was kind of like those cartoons where the animated character would have a firefly stand on top of his head and instantly turn on his little light and the character would come up with an ingenious plan in his head.
Maybe the same thing didn't happen to me, because I even looked for the firefly but I didn't find it. Still the plan was in my head and took shape in the absent time.
So this is where the girl gets a steady job at the place she loved the most as a child.
The coffee shop on the corner, not so far but not so close to the municipal park.
With a pinkish apron, a cap of the same color and my spirits activated I saw him arrive. That aura of a mystery boy, of a fuckboy, that image of a serious boy, grumpy but inside he was only irritated with his own existence, took a seat at the table.
I instantly smiled. But that smile vanished for a few seconds as he watched the dark girl prepare to serve him.
An alert beep reached my brain and paws so I want them.
I maniacally dodged the rest of the customers, tried not to look crazy but I think I didn't make it, heh, heh. I lightly touched the shoulder of the young black-haired girl, she turned, pursing her lips.
Great, I think he doesn't like me.
— Is something bluish offered to you? I rolled my eyes at the nickname. Although that was not the problem, it did not bother me because I knew that my hair deserved to be given a pseudonym.
The way he said it bothered me. Like I'm a obnoxious nosy girl
Guess what?
I was right. I am a nosy girl but not obnoxious.
"Yes," I reacted, "Don Ernesto requests you urgently at his office," I nodded several times to give my lie a believable touch. She watched me without saying anything, without moving a muscle.
I turned to the old reliable
—Apparently you made a bad calculation of costs. —I smiled— You're Sarahy, right? She nodded slightly. The dark girl was cunning, she scrutinized my face in search of the falsity of that argument. False that does not let her find.
—So if you are the girl who calls Don Ernesto. And she was still paralyzed. I sighed, "Come on, girl, come on!" Or do you want a layoff? —There he reacted. I walk past me right to the office door.
I hope that meeting lasts long enough, or else I'll be in big trouble.
I smoothed out my apron and walked over to the boy's table.
3, 2, 1
— Hello! —I arrived enthusiastically— Welcome to Sweet Coffee, do you want to order something? I asked smiling. Moving my feet up and down, avoiding jumping. He scanned me similar to how Sarahy had done minutes ago.
But instead of being disgusting he was confused, amazed.
It was not for less. I would have fainted in his place but how he is is not the typical story.
he didn't know who he was
I should not remind him of my presence
But still she was standing there just a table away. Eagerly awaiting your order.
And what an order he released!
"Cookies without sugar," he looked away indifferently, "Please," he added without further ado. He looked at me again and the only thing I could think of to do was the least I did.
My face gave an unexpected change.
I definitely didn't expect it.
Despite having convinced my brain that these would be the possible requests. Although, as I usually do, I never carry out or follow orders, because the astonishment was not easy to hide, so much so that I didn't even bother to change my attitude.
My eyes opened exaggeratedly like saucers —according to the language of Wattpad, which I read those nights to go blind— My mouth became dry, without humidity and rough. I bet that it opened in a funny and humiliating letter "O". I even had to resort to moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue to disguise my state of mind.
All the mini me's froze in their chairs not knowing what muscle to move or even what to say.
Astonishment
shock
Astonishment
No one coordinated until one of them—perhaps the smallest—positioned herself on her chair and raised her voice.
Remember that he hated ice cream since he was little
And it all happened very quickly, the minis I know rearranged themselves in their chairs, took control of my brain and sent currents into my body. I wrote down nervously and in horrendous handwriting the order.
I took one last look at the young man and vanished.
According to my brain that was the most sensible and correct thing to do and I obeyed by inertia.
My feet moved quickly, I didn't want to run but right now my whole body had sped up.
I leaned my weight back on the ice cream machine and sighed.
What had all that been?
That I belived?
That I though?
What would the years change?
Why?
If I hadn't changed despite everything, he was no exception.
I smiled
The years don't change, they just pass.
I took the pinkish tray and with a little difficulty I held it on my forearms. Because holding her with one hand would most likely end up on the floor along with my dismissal.
How ironic, me telling the dark girl about a dismissal and they end up throwing me out of the place.
That's why I made an effort to calculate the distance between my chest and my arms, the balance and even the directionality of my feet.
Didn't I tell you it was my first day?
Nerd?
Well it was my first day.
And no one ever wants to ruin their first day of work, even if it's the most boring job in the world, you always want to keep it.
I wanted to keep it. And I did it!
By having enough closeness between his table, the tray, him and me. I repressed the small laughs, his little face was a complete retraction of confusion and astonishment.
Now we reversed the roles from the beginning.
he horrified
Me avoiding jumping with excitement.
"As you ordered," I smiled. "Sugar-free cookies." 25 to be exact—I wanted to give it a touch that for me is an excuse because when I winked my honey-colored eye I did it without knowing.
And believe me or not, that was not part of the plan. My body reacted on its own.
The blame?
Of the minis me in my brain
And the surprise on your order
I noticed, that the very saucer caused him a funny enchantment. He didn't know how long he could resist. I swore I'd end up laughing at his facial expression.
Thank the Gods it didn't happen.
He shook his head giddily, "Thank you, but" he pointed contemptuously at the love of my life and my palate. "The ice cream?" How why or what for? he asked intrigued, sounding sharper and more sour than cookies would be at the moment.
I shrugged happily.
The coldness was familiar to me and I knew how to control it.
But here between two, if it affected me a little.
"Courtesy of the house," I commented enthusiastically and went back the way I came. Sarahy bumped into my path and she didn't look happy at all.
Ha ha, who am I kidding?
She never looked happy but the reproachful look she gave me along with the elbow on the shoulder made it abundantly clear that she wasn't happy.
Perhaps, if there was a meeting after all.
Or Sarahy was jealous
Have you seen a jealous dark girl?
Oh, Sarita, Sarita, you better wave your little witch wand and cast a spell on me to keep my boy.
I stayed cowered at the bar, serving customers who came just to buy, pay and leave.
I watched him the whole time he was sitting at that table.
I will describe their actions
1) Lips and frown
2) Moody
3) A grimace every time he saw the container full of ice cream
4) Bites with irritation
5) Head turns to find out who was watching
Lucky that I was a discreet maniac heh heh
I thought that he would not eat the ice cream, because he admitted that he did not know that replica of the adolescent sitting at the table. So yes, if that's what you think, I had my doubts.
But he did.
With a face of horror, he took the spoon in his hands and before taking the first bite, he stuck out his tongue contemptuously at the cold dessert.
I laughed
Okay, you can call me the villain, the crazy Ice Cream, but as I told you, this story is not like the others. Here we are imperfect and flawed. Or at least in my case.
Wait and wait.
What if it took to eat!
At last it was over and I almost let out a shout of celebration, I knew that had been an achievement. I would celebrate later ha ha.
Before he left, I watched as he placed something on the table. I tried to see what it was, but it was in vain to spend so much effort being curious. The display case was too big for me and not even standing on tiptoe helped my field of vision.
This ladies and gentlemen is called "Disadvantages of being short"
He lifted his chin and left.
I looked to the right, then to the left slowly and then almost jumped the window of the impulse.
This time I did run. But I stopped a few feet from the table as a little red-haired boy started making fun of my skinny yucca body. I narrowed my eyes at him and not caring much, I smiled sticking my middle finger out.
To my surprise, the boy was not far behind
Not my people.
The dwarf stuck out his tongue at me and made a circle with his thumb and index finger.
And you know very well what that action meant.
I had some ideas to go to his table and tell his mother what happened. But I retracted, I couldn't get to the lady and tell her that her son, nephew, grandson or whatever that redhead was behaving that way if I had been the one who started the mini profanity fight with fingers.
I took a deep breath and continued on my way to the corner table. He had an excuse to go to precisely that table.
Find the account and part of my work. My longed-for tip, a tip that wasn't on the table.
Had he treated him so poorly?
Nah, that sure was the ice cream that made him bitter.
However, my little eyes caught sight of a small note placed on the table in a neat and orderly manner, it was nothing more than one of the classic napkins of the place, pastel pink.
unfold it carefully
"I HATE ICE CREAM AESTHETIC GIRL"
I smiled, I looked at my clothes
Did she look like an aesthetic girl?
Yes, he saw it that way, that's how it would be.
Maybe he liked that, right?
I shook my head between small laughs. I never forgot that little detail, although at first I had the idea that it might have changed. I always hate the dessert that I have loved so much since I was little. Even so with just a slight amount of years on top I could never understand it
I spent hours killing my neurons thinking why did I hate ice cream so much?
I mean, folks, it's frozen sugar in a variety of flavors, colors, and multiple delicious combinations.
How could he not like it?
A work created by the Gods and all the powerful entities of the world to please human beings. A work created by Satan himself, to agonize human beings according to his theories.
But there was something he didn't know
He would learn to love ice cream, as much as I have loved it, I would teach him to enjoy it.
A little sweet would do her life good. And that sweet I would give it to him.
Proud and with a plan in mind, I grabbed the little note-like napkin and stuffed it into the back pocket of my pants.
Passing by the redhead's table, I pinched his cheek cheerfully.
I was happy, excited. That day marked the beginning of a purpose. Although there was no reason to continue breathing the same oxygen as the others, he would be the perfect excuse not to faint.
It all came down to him, my plan, me and the ice cream. After that there was nothing else to do.
Although it would take a long time for that to happen. And there were situations that would divert the objective. But you won't be able to meet them yet. All in due time my curious reader.
I handed over the bill to my boss, after smiling broadly at the dark girl.
Perhaps if someone smiled at him, his life would begin to smile, I thought to myself, using it with the young woman.
I said goodbye to Don Ernesto, Doña Camila, the little redhead, and Sarahy.
My work day was over. But my day in the gloom had begun.