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

when Ressa sent Mila a death stare that had her throwing her hands on her

inside you two.” She grumbles, walking away from us.

she has one lodged

door and the little bell chimes.

pass on amused looks at each other before walking to

favorite customer is here.”

table and my eyes dart

two years now. He was

when his brown eyes meet mine across

if that man was younger and not married, I’d definitely give him a

shook my head, grinning. “He can

why I said if only he was younger.” She snorted stressing on the

to work!” Ressa yelled, coming out from the back where I was sure she was counting the money she just made. It was just lunch time and I should be on

me to do her bidding.” She rolls her eyes and skates away leaving me giggling at

over to Bernard who was

alike. Unfortu nately, I would never get to

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 for it. One of them

needed a touch of red.” I pointed at the red stain that was still so visible on the light pink uniform we were assigned to

awaking his head.

I beamed and nodded.

the bunny I bought him?” He asked with high hope. Bernard met up with Ash

“You have to stop

“No way. This is nothing Sophie. Ash deserves more than that. I was actually planning to buy him those big

no no no. You don’t have to keep buying him stuff

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

accepting it.” I threatened so he’d rethink his

and

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

I knew Bernard as well

and some churros. Give me those churros to go,