Addicted...

It's exactly a week since I last saw Trystan. I know I told him to get lost and shoved him out of my room but I didn't think he'd take me seriously.

My nightmares continue getting worse because my anxiety has sky rocketed because of worry.

How can he just stay away? How could he not give a rat's ass about me or the apartment or anything. I don't even know if he has eaten.

Oh Trystan can you for once stop contributing to my stress levels? Please?

I finish getting ready for work and put on my golden slip on sandals. It ties my look together which consists of black ripped jeggings with a white T-Shirt with a golden printed unicorn on. My shirt is tucked into the front part of the jeggings and the stretchy material helps with not wearing a belt.

I walk through the house to make sure all the windows are closed before I can leave the house and lock the door.

Well at least work isn't that bad. I have the nicest co worker called Gemma. We have the same shifts but she lives on the other side of town so she can't pick me up for work. That's the main reason I've been taking the bus for a week already.

Gemma is also the only other reason I don't dread going to work that much either. If not for her I would have left three days ago.

I get yelled at over the stupidest things such as dirty dishes. My job is to be a waitress and work the register from time to time. No where in my job decription or payroll dies it state I have to mop fucking bathroom floors or clean dishes and toilets. Gemma never speaks much. She only says something when she goes on her break. But recently she's been opening up to me a bit and interacting a bit more.

Yesterday she drew a penis with the cream on a customer's latte and we had a good laugh before I had to make another one with the regular heart shape.

Gemma made me realize that there's so much more to people than what they're willing to show and what we're willing to notice.

Just like with Trystan.

I know something happened to him. He just hides it really well. With weed, alcohol, his stupidly sexy smirk and his desire to fit in. He is a badboy because he feels a need to belong, but if one reads correctly between the lines, he was raised well.

***

I walk into the diner and head straight for the staff room to my shared locker. Gemma started sharing with me because I usually just hang my handbag over one of the hooks on the side of the lockers. She says something is going to get stolen so she's willing to share and I'm grateful.

After I put my things away I walk to the front of the diner and put on my black apron that has 'rosie's diner' in a bold white font.

Gemma enters the diner as well and go incarcerate her belongings. She walks towards me and I admire her enigmatic style.

Her brown ankle boots fit her footsize perfectly. It's only now that I notice she's also wearing ripped black jeggings that is neatly rolled up and not tucked into her boots. She threw on an oversized sweater and her shoulder lenght blonde hair is accompanied with a stylish brown fedora. She also switched her contacts for her gold rimmed glasses.

She is so beautiful without realizing it. And she has respectable style. It's not daring or outgoing. It's just simply Gemma...

The first customer's for the day walk in before we can even have a conversation and the madness of the day begins...

"Iced coffe. Cinnamon latte. Burger and fries. Ham salad with extra sauce."

One after the other orders come in and today is my turn to give the orders to the chef's and work the till. After lunch Gemma and I switch responsibilities and I waiter the last part of the day. Rush hour. When everyone comes from work. I'm just used to running around like this I guess.

I'm so engrossed with my thoughts I don't notice Gemma approach me.

I hand her the tray of food last order and the diner is so full we can have five minutes of rest. She comes back and stands in front of the counter while I'm behind it. Just in case someone calls her and she has to go sort it out. We teach each other the tricks because she is also fairly new. And I haven't worked here long but I already picked up some skills and tips.

Gemma taps my arm lightly and signals me to look over to the table she just delivered the food to.

"First date. He's paying and she didn't know what to get so she went for the cheapest meal there is becaus eshe feels bad that he offered to pay. She doesn't like the salad. No one ever does. Only first dates orders that. Thats why it's called "with love". He is now either going to switch their plates, give her half of his food or call me to order something else for her. I've only seen the "with love" trick once before while working here."

Just as Gemma finish speaking the guy switch his plate with the girl opposite him and her eyes grow big and then she smiles. That just made my day worthwhile...

***

My shift at the diner just ended and I'm on the bus on my way home. This has been a long day. Rush hour was more hectic than any other day because our supervisor ran a special on all pastries, coffees and a few of the meal items on the menu. My feet are killing me but at least I'm almost home.

The bus comes to a halt and I get off and walk around the corner to the apartment. I try to unlock the door but feel that it's already open. Immediately my heart starts racing. What if someone tried to break in?

I hold my fists up in defense as I push open the door to enter but instead of a burglar, I come to face two brown eyes and pitch black disheveled hair that has haunted my nightmares for the past week...

"Welcome back princess, you can drop your fists now. I already know you definitely do not hit like a girl..."

Without thinking I launch myself into Trystan's arms and engulf him in a hug.

He's okay...