HeavyDirtySoul

Next day

Hillside Cafe, Downtown Los Angeles

Hillside Cafe was a small astablishment with a small workers capacity, it had one waitress, one bartender and a manager.

''A manager who also happens to be a sick pervert and an asshole... Just sayin'. Carry on.''

The morning sun was coming in trough the cafe's windows making it well lighted. Plants were all over the place, making the cafe's name understandable. Tables were wodden, as well as the chairs, who had little cushion on them. Theme of the entire cafe was nature, and it actually looked rather nice. It's not often you see a place like this in Los Angeles, it was unique, perhaps that's why Nyssa worked there.

''Yeah that, and the pay wasn't too shabby... Hey, a girl's gotta make a living. It's not like being a photographer can actually make you some money. Okay, I admit, every now and then I find someone crazy enough to buy one of my photographs, but nowadays that's extremly rare... So, if I find any job and anyone willing to hire me with the way I look I'm forced to appriciate it. I hate how judgemental and fucked up our society is, but unfortunately I don't have a loud enough voice to actually be able to make a difference, and by not having a loud enough voice I mean I am not a wealthy male politican who is on TV all the time. I really don't get it, all those people, they have so much power and influence and could actually make a difference, but instead all they do is make a lot of bullshit promises they don't intend to keep. Okay, getting off topic. Let's go back to the story. Actually, sorry, just one more thing, I know not all politicians are like that, and to those who aren't, I respect you. Moving on now.''

There she was, Nyssa. She was sitting on a barstool, chatting with the bartender and waiting for some new customers to show up. She looked as beautiful as always, alltough there was something different about her. Her hair was no longer multicolored and shoulder lenght, it wasn't even touching her shoulders now and it was pastel pink. Her eyeliner was perfectly winged and her lips were a few shades darker than her hair. She was wearing a strapless corset with a flower print, flowy nude colored, or slightly pink, skirt, light teal heels with straps and a tick heel, and to top it off, she had on a denim jacket. A maroon waitress' apron was covering her skirt, barely an inch visible.



''I love that jacket... Never mind me, just go back to reading.''

The door opened and reflexively Nyssa turned around. Needless to say, she didn't like what she saw. A certain pink haired guy walked in, along with a friend. His friend was tall, even taller than the stranger Nyssa met yesterday, with broad shoulders. His hair was blonde and his eyes sky blue. He had a few days old beard and a lip piercing.

''Encounter number two.''

Internally groaning, Nyssa got up from her seat and apporached their table.

''It wasn't completely internal... Carry on.''

The two guys were in a deep conversation when she approached them.

- Hi, what can I get you? - Nyssa asked politely.

Once he heard her familiar voice the pink haired guy's head shot right up.

- Hi. - The pink haired guy said with a flirtatious smile.

- What can I get you? - She repeated her question.

- I like your hair. - The guy commented before his friend even had a chance to order.

''I'll play along.''

- Thank you. I was inspired by this guy I met on the beach. - Nyssa said and the guy's friend connected the dots.

The pink haired guy smiled proudly at her words.

- He's an asshole, but he does have nice hair. - The guy's friend was trying to hold back his laughter, while Nyssa hasn't removed her polite 'customer service' smile since she came over.

- Is that so? - He pouted slightly.

- Yes. - She said shortly. - So, what can I get you?

- I'll have an espresso. - The friend said trough a small laughter.

- Same. - The pink haired guy said, sounding a little mad.

A few minutes later Nyssa returned with their orders. Right after she put the cups down, without a word, she turned around and started to leave.

- Hey, wait! - He called out to her.

- You want something else? - She asked him after turning around to look at him.

- Yeah, your number. - The pink haired guy said confidently.

- Oh, I'm sorry, my P.O. says I can't have one until I'm off probation. - Nyssa told him, not even bothering to hide her sarcasm and her non existent intrest in the guy.

- You're funny. - The guy said.

- I know. - Nyssa said. - Will that be all?

''And from that point it seemed like he had given up... The last thing I expected was to see him again tomorrow.''

Notes

I hope you guys like this chapter...

I have so many ideas for this story and I can't wait to write them all, hopefully you guys will stick around to read them.

I'm currently working on another story called ''Pretty Girls Hide Pain So Deep Inside'', so I don't know how often the updates will be, but I'll do my best not to keep you waiting for too long, on either of the stories.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Love, Adrena Lynn