Chapter 1 ~ Gift Of God
Waking up early in the morning isn't really my 'thing'. I used to love fresh morning croissants and coffee smell, but now ... that is not my 'thing' either.
"What even is your 'thing', Valérie?"
"OH, did I .. Did I speak out loud?"
"Yes, agapi̱té mou (greek word for: my dear). Like you always do. You should really stop your loud thinking and complaining and take this coffee to our costumer. He doesn't look happy at all. He's been waiting for 15 minutes."
"Well, why didn't you take it then?"
"Because, it's your turn, we had a deal."
"Ugh..."
Working at Les Deux Magots was such a nightmare. Waking up at 5 am, running to the bus station, praparing everything till 7 am before customers' arrival, which included setting the chairs from the tables and placing napkins in a special order.
Let's not forget to mention, that I knew every single name of each "rich" customer, as well as their boring stories about family problems or 'working abroad' stories. I haven't pictured my life this way, but I had to pay the bills somehow.
Catharina has always been my 'best buddy', in school and later at work. We were growing up together and she helped me to go through my rough days. She moved to France when she was 5 years old and since then we are inseparable. No one could resist her charisma, her curly hair, and her beautiful legs dancing to Greek music.
After a year of being my roommate, she moved out to her boyfriends' apartment and I have to admit, I felt kinda lonely, but I didn't want to look like a 'creepy attached woman in her middle age', so I was just playing it cool. After she moved out, my mental condition got worse.
My (our) apartment was small and full of paintings. I slept on wooden planks, and around me lay plants. Although I was never a great chef, I adored my small green kitchen. I adored it so much, that I draw daisies on it. I spent every night on the counter, drinking wine that I stole from Les Deux Magots and regretting my past decisions. "Will I ever get better", were the words that kept repeating in my head over and over again.
"I apologize. I hope you didn't wait for too long. What would you like to drink?"
"..."
"Amm, today we have a special breakfast offer that ..."
"Thank you, I would like to have a cup of coffee without any milk or sugar."
He looked really weird. A cold-hearted man with a bad taste for coffee, but somehow handsome. He's eyes were dark. His black hair, with slightly brown strands, covered his eyes. His name was Nathan.
Nathan, gift of God.
