This was originally a one-shot but I had an idea to continue it so here it is, hope you like it.
Cindy pushed open the door to Tony's new coffee shop slowly. She wasn't sure if she would be welcome in the group after what she had said to Mitzeee yesterday, but it was Mitzeee who had invited her. She scanned the busy room quickly trying to locate the group of women who had broken into her salon and drunk her best, and very expensive champagne.
Truth be told she didn't no what she was doing here. She didn't even like these women. Cindy was about to turn around and leave when Mitzeee apeared beside her, she was dressed like her normal self but something about her seemed different. Cindy couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly but shrugged it off.
Mitzeee was strangely quiet and had approached Cindy to get her instead of shouting her over.
"Hey," Cindy started, finding Mitzeee's change in deminor strange and awkward.
"Hey," Mitzeee minicked, "we're sat up stairs." She said too quietly for Mitzeee normally. She motioned towards the stairs and Cindy followed her up them and then sat beside her on one of the sofas the group was sitting on.
There was an awkward moment whilst the group studied her before going back to their conversation. Cindy shrunk back into her seat as she watched the woman in front of her chat about this and that.
She was very aware that she wasn't joining in their conversation and was in fact just an onlooker. It took her a while to realise that she wasn't the only onlooker. Cindy watched the normally loud and chatty woman sat on her left trying to work out why she had suddenly changed so dramatically.
Mitzeee hadn't spoken one word since she had told Cindy they were sat up stairs and whilst Cindy wasn't part of their group, giving her a reason for not joining in, Mitzeee was, so had no reason for her unexpected silence. In fact she wasn't even paying attention, she was staring into space.
Cindy looked around at the other woman in front of her. None of them seemed to have noticed that Mitzeee was vacant, lost in her own thoughts. After the nightmare that they had all witnessed yesterday Cindy guessed that she was worrying about Warren and what he was going to do to her.
One by one the women excused themselves and went to run their errands, until only Cindy and Mitzeee were left sitting at the table. Mitzeee was cupping a stone cold cup of coffee in her hands staring at the top of the liquid, which was untouched. She was unaware of anything going on around her completely lost in her own thoughts. Cindy on the other hand was squirming slighting.
She didn't know what to do. All she wanted to do was get up and walk away leaving Mitzeee alone with her thoughts but for some unknown reason she couldn't bring herself to leave the young woman sat by herself.
She didn't really want to talk to her because on the off chance that Mitzeee did confide in her she wouldn't know what to say. Advice was defiantly not her string point. However the silence was also killing her. She couldn't bear just sitting there watching her think either so gulping down the last drop of her cold latte she started.
"Mitzeee," she spoke softly and gained the other woman's attention by placing a hand on her knee. She wasn't expecting the woman to jump quiet as high as she did but she tried to ignore it and continued.
"How are you?" Cindy question sincerely and Mitzeee was struck by the caring look in her eyes.
"Fine," Mitzeee shrugged lowering her eyes to her coffee cup once more to avoid looking Cindy in the eye, "you?" Mitzeee found Cindy's eyes once more and searched them for the truth.
"I'm ok." Cindy couldn't remember the last time somebody had asked her if she was ok, let alone expected a proper answer and she found herself warming to the lost woman in front of her. Mitzeee gave her a look of disbelieve causing Cindy to add an 'honestly' onto the end.
"You want to go for a walk?" Mitzeee found herself saying putting her untouched coffee onto the table and reaching for her coat. Cindy didn't have much choice but to nod and reach for her own coat.
Stepping out into the bracing morning air both women tugged their coats around their bodies. They started walking slowly both of them deep in their own thoughts. The bitter January air soon had both women shivering and Mitzeee offered her flat up as their place of refuge.
Stepping into the homely flat the warmth from the flat hit them giving them both the gush of heat their bodies needed. After shrugging off their coats Cindy put the kettle on and set about making tea for them whilst Mitzeee fished around for a packet of biscuits.
They settled onto the sofa, tea in one hand and a biscuit in the other. They sat in silence for a while, not knowing what to say to each other. Mitzeee had said during their short stint in prison that they were alike but now sat alone together they couldn't help but wonder why they were sat with each other.
Cindy looked around the small flat. She had been in a couple of times before but never really taken in the décor and furnishings. Her eyes settled on the bin, or rather what was in the bin – a huge bunch of red roses. Scrunching up her nose Cindy tried to work out who they could be from and why they were in the bin.
"Warren." Mitzeee sighed after seeing Cindy staring at the flowers in her bin. She didn't want to think about what they meant. She guessed that they were some kind of warning, him letting her know that he could still get to her whenever he wanted to. But she had wondered why he had chosen red roses. They symbolised love but she knew Warren hated from stitching him up.
"Why do you think he sent them?" The question left Mitzeee's lips knowing that Cindy wouldn't be able to answer it.
"To mess with you." She replied simply and honestly.