prompt: meeting for the first time at a coffee shop.
Rayna's Pov.
I was late for work. As usual. Tandy is always asking where i'm going every single afternoon after lunch and i always need time to make up some excuses about homeworks with Alison or piano lessons, something that my sister could believe. I could never tell Tandy about my job at Sully's or i know she would tell dad in no second and i'll never hear the end of it. I can already hear him screaming 'What in the world is a Wyatt doing at a shitty coffee shop in East Nashville?! What would happen if someone who knows us see you there?! Do you really have no respect at all for this family?! We have a name in Nashville that we have to maintain, you're royalty in this city start acting like it for God's sake.' I act like it every single day in school, if you're not a spoiled rich girl then there's nothing and no one for you at Vanderbilt High School. I hate that place, my sister loves it. She's very popular there, everyone loves her while i'm just the 'other Wyatt' but i couldn't care less, i have a couple of great friends and that's more than enough for me. Alison and Jake are just like me: tired of putting up with our family's bullshit. We want to grow up on our terms, we want to have fun and go out on Saturdays nights not spending Sundays at the Country Club. Only Alison and Jake know and understand why i decided to look for a job, i dont wanna depend on my father anymore. Dad says that Alison is a bad influence for me, she's a rebel just like i am. He loves Jake though, he hopes that i will marry him someday and everytime he brings this up i just start laughing because Jake is a gay but of course nobody knows except for me and Alison. Poor dad he's gonna be so disappointed.
"Rayna where in the hell have you been?"
"I'm sorry, i swear it's not gonna happen again"
"That's what you said the last time"
"I'm truly sorry Paul"
"Rayna remember that there are tons of other pretty girls out there with whom i can replace you with"
"As i said, it's not gonna happen again."
"Fine. Now get to work"
Thankfully there weren't many costumers so i didnt have much to do, which was great because i had to finish my papers for school in between breaks. One hour later, just as i was finishing writing down the last sentence of my English essay, a guy walked in. He had a grey t-shirt on and a pair of looked pretty hot, i have to admit it. He could have been no more than a couple of years older than me.
"Ehy, a macchiato please"
"Sure, you wanna sit in the meanwhile?"
"Yeah"
"I'll be there in a sec"
"Here"
"Thank you"
As i was walking back to the counter, my notebook fell from my pocket but i didn't notice it, he did.
"Ehy i think this one belongs to you"
"Thank you"
"What are these? Poems?"
"No, actually they're songs"
"You sing?"
"Yeah, i mean no not really but i like to sing"
"Can i read one of them?"
"I should really get back to work"
"Oh come on there's no one in here except for me and that old guy over there, i'm sure you can take a 5 min break"
"Ok fine"
"Come sit with me...So can i read one of them?"
"Yes but dont laugh at me please"
"Why would i laugh? I'm sure they're wonderful"
"I wish, but i'm not that good at songwriting, i try but i'm definetely better at singing"
"What about playing?"
"I play the piano, i've been playing it since i was like 5 i think. What about you, do you play?"
"Yeah, the guitar, my uncle tought me"
"Mom bought me a guitar for my 12th bday, turned out that wasn't my thing"
He laughed, and he was beautiful... and i was ruined.
"Maybe you need a better teacher"
"You want to teach me how to play guitar?"
"First i want to know your name"
"Rayna"
"Nice to meet you Rayna, i'm Deacon, your new guitar teacher"
"You'd waste time, i'm an hopeless case"
"Well i'd like to try, if you'd let me"
"Ok, if you insist"
"I can pick you up Friday after you're finished with your shift"
"Yeah that could work"
"Ok"
"So... Ehm do you play around town or is it just a hobby of yours?"
"I do, i play at the Bluebird sometimes...Well at least when it is closed"
I laughed and he looked at me and in that moment i felt a pull in my chest i've never felt before and i didnt know if it was a good thing or not.
"I work there a couple of nights a week, serving tables and stuff..But what i'm really doing there is observing all those talented people up on that stage and trying to learn something from them"
"That place is a dream, my mom used to love going there, my dad didn't know about it of course because it was not 'lady-like' to sneak out at night to go spend a nice evening alone in a bar but mom was just like me, she couldn't care less about what other people thought. If she wanted something, she had it"
"She sounds cool"
"Yeah, she was"
"Oh i'm sorry"
"It's okay"
"Well, i really have to go now"
"Oh sure"
"So..I'll see you on Friday?"
"Yeah"
"Bring your notebook, i still have to read that song"
"Ok"
We smiled at eachother and then he was gone.
Friday.
I've never looked forward to something that much before. And i've never been more grateful for that job at Sully's.