Angel's POV
"Mmm", I groan and reach out to search my bed for my mom. She's not here, where did she go? I remember she came to sleep on my bed yesterday after our usual night talk. I open my eyes because the light in my room is just too bright. .
I get off my bed and go in search of something to eat. I decide to make some sandwiches since I can't find something really nice to eat in the kitchen and I make a mental note to call mom before I go to the bar. My life hasn't exactly been a roller coaster since... Ugh I don't wanna remember. I let out a deep breath to clear my head. So I think I should make plans for the day. After taking mental notes of what I have to do today I decide to take a bath so I can go early to the bar.
After taking my bath I decide on wearing a black short sleeve shirt, and jeans. I also take my denim in case I feel cold or whatever. I pat my hair into place as I release if from the messy bun I made earlier. I apply some lip gloss also but I don't think I should use make up today since its a saturday.
Mum is so gonna explain where she went without telling me. Even if this is my apartment she should at least tell me before leaving sometimes.
I plug in my headphones to my phone as I walk the street. I've decided not to take a cab so I can get fresh air although George advises me against walking sometimes, he feels i'm too fragile.
George is like a father to me. He was one of the first people I met when we moved to Seattle from Boston. He has also been my cab driver for the past 3 years. He was also one of the people that encouraged me to go to college like my mom and brother when I almost gave up. My phone vibrates, its George.
"Hey George", I say as I pick the call.
"Hi Angel, how are you"?
"I'm fine George. You?"
"I'm good. I just wanted to ask if you are taking the cab today".
"Not today George. I'm thinking of getting some fresh air today and besides, I'm getting older so I need some exercise". I smile as I say the last part. He chuckles and says.
"Honey, you are only 21 if you ask me I'll tell you you're still over young", I giggle at his statement.
"Tell you what? How about you pick me up by 8 and we'll hang out till 9 then you can take me home?"
"Nice idea. I'll let you go now".
"Bye George"
"Bye, Angel".
I smile and shake my head as I scroll through my phone. My phone vibrates again and its my Mom.
"Hey,mom",I say as I smile even if I'm still pissed with her.
"Hi,mi'ja. How did you sleep?"
"I slept well. Where did you go?I was really pissed when I didn't see you in my room". I enter into a coffee shop to get a cup of coffee.
"Oh sweetie I'm sorry. I had to get to Mr Castro's concerning the bills for the bar. He called me this morning so I had to go and give the little money I had to him." Were broke again?
"Angel", my name is called by the short coffee lady chewing her gum too loudly at the counter.
"Alright mom, I hope you're okay. Anyway I heading to the bar now. I'll see you when you get back. I love you". I head over to take my coffee at ghe counter and leave the coffee shop.
"I love you too Angel. Take care sweetie".
I end the call, take a gulp of coffee and try not to think much about the fact that we're broke again and keep going through my phone.
Just as I was about to take another gulp of coffee and keep my phone in my pocket someone hits me or i hit him and the coffee spills on my shirt. I bend to pick my phone and cup.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry", I say hurriedly and then I look up and my heart stops. I am faced with the deepest ocean blue eyes I have ever seen and he is so pretty. He has cooper coloured ruffled hair and he is like a 6'3. I can't even stop myself from gapping at him. His...
"Are you okay? Can I get you another cup of coffee?", he interrupts my thoughts.
"Uhm no thanks. I was going to throw it away anyway"I lie and look at his shirt and see coffee on it.
"I'm really sorry about that", I say to him and for some goddamned reason he keeps staring at me.
"I should be the one apologizing. I'm really sorry".
"Its no problem. I gotta uh.. go or I'm gonna be late. Bye"
"Bye", I hear him say as I leave. I remove my denim jacket and place it over my bag. I can sense his stare is still on me so I put my hair behind my ear. What was that about?
