The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

I parked on the side of the curb, my old car coming to a stop with a loud screech and a shud der.

“D**it.” I snarled as I jab at the seatbelt to free myself.

Mila burst into fits of laughter as she watches me struggle with the seatbelt.

“Ha ha. Of course you’re all giddy and amused because at least you’re not stuck.” | groaned, jamming my fingers on the red release button on the seatbelt.

Mila taps her hand on the dashboard. “Mary is really about to give up on us.” She snorted.

I bought that car when I knew I needed my own transportation to bring Ash around. It was al ready old and looked ready to collapse, but it was at a reasonable price and that was all I could budget. It did the job anyway, even though half the time it’s a struggle to get out or startit.

“You’d think that naming her Mary she’d be lucky.” Thuffed, rejoicing silently when the release button finally works.

I was already contemplating if to grab a hold of the scissors I had in the compartment and just snip the entire seatbelt around me.

Mila giggled and then suddenly goes silent. “Uh oh.”

I snapped my head to her in confusion. “What?”

She nudged her chin slightly at the opening of the diner where I could see Ressa, Mila’s aunt and also Ria’s mom, bounding over here. Her black hair wipes behind her.

“Oh s**t.” I winced when she knocks her knuckles on the passenger’s window. Mila rolls the glass down and it makes an awful screeching sound.

Ressa’s dark glaring eyes are more visible now as the dirty glass goes lower. “You two are late.” She snaps. “I’m here running this thing on my own. You know how busy this s**t gets in the morning.”

“You know we have to drop off Ash first at daycare Ressa. We’re here now.” I said while look ing at the road behind me to be sure that a car wasn’t coming. When it was clear I opened the car quickly and got out.

“Oh right. How’s that little b**er? I haven’t seen him in a while.” Ressa chuckled, “I miss his cute face. You have to bring him here more often Soph, he attracts me more customers.”

“Leave it to you to still talk about getting more customers. You’re a living bank aunty Ressa.” Mila snorted as she got out of the car. The door screeches when she closes it.

Ressa scoffs. “If I was a bank child I’d already own a mansion. You don’t see mansion print ed on my forehead now do you?”

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a*s printed on your forehead either, but you sure walk like you have one.” Mila retorted with

death stare that had her throwing her hands on her knees

inside you two.” She grumbles, walking away from

she has one lodged up there.” I

the little bell chimes.

and I pass on amused looks at each other before walking to the

here.” Mila teased,

from cleaning the table and my

had been a loyal customer for two years now. He was a very nice man and would talk to me about his home

smiled when his brown eyes meet mine across the

married, I’d definitely give him a

grinning. “He can be your dad

I said if only he was younger.” She

the back where I was sure she was counting the money she just made. It was

her b***le lady is forcing me to do her bidding.” She rolls her eyes and skates away leaving

was done cleaning up the mess a family of four left on the table, 1 skated over to Bernard who was waiting for me patiently. “How’s your day been Sophie?” He asked with a

thought of me as his daughter, it didn’t help that we looked so much alike. Unfortu nately, I would never get to meet her physically since she was no

the little notepad and then pull out the pencil behind my ear to write down his or der. Apart from how busy and noisy and a bit stressful working at the diner can be, the friendly and kind customers made up

five year old who thought I needed a touch of red.” I pointed at the red stain that was still so visible on the light

chuckled while awaking his head. “Kids

I beamed and nodded.

up with Ash

“You have to

way. This is nothing Sophie. Ash deserves more than that. I was actually planning to buy

head quickly. “Oh no no no. You don’t have to keep buying him stuff Bernard, es

this for Ash. There’s no huge dent in my bank account. I’m buying him

not accepting it.” I threatened so he’d

and grins, “We’ll see

asked. “Are you ready to place an order Bernard?” I smiled, the point of the pencil on the blank paper

four donuts, and some churros. If I knew Bernard as well as I thought, then that will be his exact

to go, I need