The men in white

I have always hated my life. It's always consistence; never changing, it drives me nuts! My mother always used to tell me bedtime stories about adventure, strange creatures and about hero's who always came and saved day; I wish someone would come and save me.

" Il giorno di fermata che sogna ed esce qui!"

Did I mention I hated this job? The only reason I took it was because my father couldn't work anymore; we were farmers, but when my mother died everything went to hell. Father stopped working and took to his bed, where he died a broken man. Now I live in the back room of the café; with just enough room just to stretch out and sleep; what a life, right? Old man Sheer would constantly remind me about how lucky I was to have a job in such hard times. He would jab is boney finger in my chest and would say "Your lucky to have a job! Most young people would kill to have a job like this! Times are hard and are getting harder; Tony, you have to be ready for the worst! The end is near!" crazy old bat!

She checked her hair in a big silver frying pan. Not bad.She tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Tony had her mother looks; she was medium height, long, jet black hair that was loosely curled, that cascaded down to the middle of her back, but the most distinct thing that separated her from her mother was her striking electric blue eyes that sent chills down any man's spine.

No one was there; the smell of the pastries and hot coffee filled the air of the small café. It was a hot day on the Italian countryside; in turn, there would hardly be any costumers today. Tony sighed; There's no one here, he always knew how to push my buttons. She turned to the cash register, which was on the opposite side of the old café. Who are those guys! And why are they dressed in white. The only time Tony ever saw anyone dressed in white was if there was wedding or the Day of Virgins; In which case she would be dressed in white. Old Man Sheer stood behind the register joking and laughing with the men; like he knew them. "Ah," Old Man Sheer, sighed in delight stroking his shiney bald head, "Finally, Tony! I would like you to meet someone! This is Mr. Komui Lee and Mr. Reever Wenham! Men this is Tony Botticelli; the women who helps me run this old dump of a place!" Is he high? Tony eyed the old man oddly, then turned back to find the taller man of the two; who was wearing glasses and a hat grasp her hand and get down on one knee. O dear lord! What in Hell fire is going on here!

"MISS TONY BOTTICELLI!" Komui announced with authority; gripping Tony's hand toughly making her a weak in the knees she leaned forward, wincing a little. "S… si il signore?" She answered stunned at the boldness of this foreigner. Komui tilted his head and looked at back and forth from Sheer to Reever in desperation " I little help her men! What did she say?" Sheer nodded "She said yes sir."

"Yes, well! I want you to come back with me and make coffee for me every day!"

Reever's mouth fell open " WHAAAAT! KOMUI! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! WE AREN'T EVEN SUPPOUSE TO BE HERE!"

"Oh really? Watch me!"

He thrust his self upon the young Tony wrapping his arms around around her waist.

"PPPPPPPPPLEEAAAAASE, SENORA!"

Tony's eyes got wide with fear and confusion. EEEEEEEKKKKKKK!What is he doing! I don't understand what is going on! Get this crazy fruit cake off me! Sheer clapped his hand over the young women's mouth. Tony looked at Sheer then Komui in fear. Are they going to rape me! O DEAR GOD HELP ME! Sheer patted her shoulder in comfort. Komui looked up at her "Ummmm Is that Italian for yes?" Reever groaned rolling his eyes. Sheer began explain in quick, Italian what the man was purposing in her ear. What? No kidding? Sheer pulled his and away from her mouth; she was speechless, He wants me to go with him and make coffee for him every day? You're kidding? Tony busted into laughter. What an idiot! This is a joke! Sheer is pulling my leg! Sheer raised an eyebrow at her frowning, she looked from face to face; this was no joke. Komui had gotten off the floor and straighten up; he looked down at her hands on his hips, "Madame, this is not a laughing matter! Yes or no I'm a very busy man and have many things to do!"

This is no joke? He is for real? I'm going to leave this town forever? She looked at Sheer who was smiling at her he nodded at her. A smile bloomed across her face she began to jump up and down, "SI, SENOR!" She ran out off the room taking off her apron. Komui looked at Sheer in confusion; Sheer smiled "Yes, she is coming with you."

Freedom? Is this what it feels like?