(3 years later)
Looking at the blue sky above, Amelia moved towards her usual cafe, where she would sit and write for hours now, here in New York. Handling the publishing company of her mother, she had completed her creative writing course from New York University, and she would write, when not working.
Tyler would call her on weekends, as the lad moved to South Africa with Jack to work with a few NGOs.
Bella and Amelia were still in touch, the later had gone to Australia to handle her Family's business in the continent.
Marco was studying at the New York University and was the one closest to Amelia. The two would meet often, and would go around the city, exploring every nook and corner.
"Good morning Sara", she said as the bell over the front door chimed.
"And she arrives", the teen said, expecting her at exact 10 in the morning on a Sunday.
"A cup of mocha, coming right up ", Sara asked.
"Thank you", she said, hanging the straps of her handbag on the side of the chair, and placing her laptop on the table, connecting the charger to the plug.
She sat on the chair, and fetched for her notes, and a pen. Opening the page, where she left last night, she opened the pages of her first character, "Tasha". Reading the notes, she closed her eyes, to develop the new scene, and when she was ready, she started typing. Sipping the contents of her cup of coffee, she typed, such that no one could stop her, no one. She was writing a romance scene, and couldn't stop smiling on the little big cliche she had written.
"Ahhh, you are already here, my darling", Mrs. Grayson, the owner said, stepping in through the front door.
"Just like always" Sarah said.
"Good morning Mrs. Grayson," she said.
"Morning? Darling it's already two in the afternoon", she corrected.
"And she is already four cups down," Sarah said.
"Ohhh, no, damn," she exclaimed getting off the chair, and collecting her things from the table and placing it in the bag.
"What happened love?", Mrs Grayson asked.
"I had to met a friend," she explained handing the money to Sara, as she rushed out.
"Wait," Mrs. Grayson demanded, stopping Amelia in her tracks.
"No good can be achieved on an empty stomach, Eat it", she ordered, coming over to Amelia and giving her a Cupcake.
Amelia smiled at her sweetness. It had been a weekend tradition, coming to her coffee, and getting a cupcake from her, ever since she moved here.
"Go now, shouldn't keep a friend waiting now, shall we?" She said, fixing the collar of Amelia's high waist coat, as she took a bite of the cupcake.
Nodding, she turned around and rushed out of the door, managing her bag on her forearm, as she took another bite of the heavenly cupcake.
She rushed down the block, and entered the park, spotting her friend on a bench far near the fountain, holding two hot dogs.
"There you are" She said smiling at Marco, trying to take a hot dog from his hand.
"You're late" Marco said pulling his hand to the other side, stopping her from taking it.
"You are handsome?" She tried to please him.
"Cliche" he said giving her the hot dog finally.
"So?"
"So?"
"Why do you go to the cafe, every Sunday? Like there is so much more to do," he asked.
"I...uhm... I just like coffee" she tried to make it seem real.
"You are such a bad liar" he stated.
Shrugging her head, she let go of it. He didn't wish to argue more on it as well.
"What's the plan for today?" He asked.
"I wanna see this book store, first, it's right across the block" she said as excited as ever.
"Book store, damn, you now I hate it," he said.
"We did go to the stripper club last weeke..." before she could finish her sentence, a hand covered her mouth hushing her.
"Shhh, there are children and... a dog around," he said, as a dog approached them.
Amelia removed his hand from her mouth, not able to control her laugh now, "A dog, seriously, you couldn't come up with anything better?"
Marco started flinching as he placed is leg on the bench, while the dog sniffed him.
"He is so adorable."Amelia said clicking at the dog, and petting him, after drawing it to herself, giving Marco some space to breath. Placing his feet on the ground again, he smiled at the little girl who approached them.
"Hey sweety,"Amelia said.
"What the name?" Marco asked smiling at her as she looked at the dog.
"Cocoa," she said sweetly.
"And your's?"
"Elena"
"Gilbert?" Marco joked.
"No," she flinched staring at him.
Amelia laughed out loud again.
"Okay, sunshine," Marco said raising his hands in submission.
Elena, turned back to him, after winking at Amelia, holding Cocoa in her arms, smiled and ran back to her parents, seated on a far-off bench.
Bookstore wasn't somewhere to be happy, for Marco. But he waited, and waited, and waited, till Amy decided the book for the week. Wishing her a good night, he walked back into the elevator, of the building she lived in. It had been 7 years since the two knew each other, and he adored the bond the two had started sharing since the members of the troop left to different countries. With that, and their families living a far the two were left to take care of each other in the city that waited for no one.
Slipping in a grey spaghetti top and shorts, Amelia placed the book on the book shelf among the others. Even through the kettle from the kitchen whistled, Amelia couldn't take her eyes off the book that lay there, holding so many memories together, of the time that no matter what she could never forget, and of the man, she would never forget. The regret crept in her heart somewhere, and keeping it aside, she turned around to go back to the kitchen. Switching the knob off, she poured the contents of the kettle in a mug, and brought it with her to the round dining table, where lay her laptop, ready for her to type through the night as she wrapped the rubber band on her right wrist.
Tasha was having the time of her life, just like she did, once. And shutting the pages of her life for the second time in the day, she went to sleep, content with productivity. Lying under the covers, closing her eyes, she tried to sleep. But what she wrote, wasn't letting her sleep. Writing was reminding her of something, and someone, she wanted to forget completely, but let's be true for a second, did she really wanted to forget that something and somebody?
She knew a part of her was missing, since she came. But she cared in the least, or at least she tried to.
"Good morning" said Mrs. Claire from the other side of the line.
"Good morning mom" Amelia said.
"Ready for work?" She asked.
"Yes, locking the door" she stated as she placed the phone between her shoulder and her ear, swinging the main door close from the hand she held her bag with and rotating the key, in the key hole from the other. Placing the key in her bag, she walked towards the publication house. It was a five minute walk, so instead of taking a car, she would usually walk. Stepping into the elevator, pressing the button to her office floor, a janitor called out from a distance.
"Please, hold up" he requested.
Amelia, in an instant pressed the hold button, for the middle aged man.
"Thank you" he said smiling at her holding the janitorial equipment.
"Don't mention it. Which floor?" she asked sweetly.
"Tenth" he said pointing at the button.
"Oh, same floor. Did the duties change?" she asked looking at the lighted button.
"Yes, I'm new here. Joined yesterday. John's the name." he said proudly.
"That's great, nice to meet you John. I'm Amelia"
With that the elevator bell rang, as the door opened at the tenth floor.
"Have a good day" John said waiting for Amelia to exit the elevator first.
"Have a good day, John" she said smiling at him.
"Punctual" said the secretary who had been working with the publications for 15 years now.
"Just like my mother," Amelia smiled.
"Exactly, how'd you?" she said.
"You say it every Monday, Mrs. Fuller" she whispered moving towards the cabin.
Work wasn't much. Her mother had taken care of the publications since she started it, and now Amelia had to ensure to take care of it while she was away. Only taking the lunch break as a few minutes to focus on Tasha's life. She had started living Tasha, as she wrote it. And no matter how hard she tried, she found the character's life more interesting to be involved in.
This was Amelia's day in a nutshell.
Work, Eat, Write, Sleep, Repeat.
No real friends, no one. Except Marco, that too on weekends.