A WEDNESDAY STORY. @coriiiii @wakeupfarah
I inhaled deeply, as light sneaked through the partly closed curtains and fell over my bedspread, feeling curiously rested. Working at a restaurant that opened for brunch, lunch, dinner, AND doubled as a catering company was busy business, and required me to wake up at 6 every morning. I hadn’t had a sleep like this in ages.
It was a good day, I decided. Until I happened to glance at the alarm clock that read 7:30 in glowing red letters.
This jolted all hints of sleepiness out of my system, and I leaped off my bed, throwing my duvet onto the hardwood floor.
Quickly, I scrambled for the nearest items of clothing that could at least pass for a coherent outfit. Practically running, I quickly knotted my hair into an up-do using a pencil. A handy trick I’d learned back in the 4th grade.
Then, out of nowhere, my phone began blasting a Britney Spears song. This turned out to be my new ringtone, which apparently a devious Lily had changed while I wasn’t looking.
A quick press of a button revealed a text from Miles which simply said: 18 Tomatoes. New Dish. Lina may forgive you.
Oh, Miles. That 19 year-old is a man of few words. Only in text that is, once you get to know him, he’s a fountain of wit that does not know when to shut up. But in Miles’ text speak, this literally meant that buying tomatoes was the only way I was keeping my job after this sleeping-in debacle.
I sighed, wondering why Lina was such a demanding, scatter-brained woman. But, who was I to argue? Her method obviously worked, Sweet Pea was blooming and becoming quite popular amongst the trendy crew and event planners.
Squeezing my feet into my favorite pair of cowboy boots that were a smidgen too tight, I crossed my fingers and prayed that today was not the day I would be fired.
Hailing a cab in my neighborhood was easy, what was not, was finding 18 delicious tomatoes on short notice. I glanced wildly down the street, looking for an answer to my problems. My luck seemed to be coming back to me, because out of the corner of my eye, I spotted my savior.
Kwong’s Supermarket was tucked in between a laundromat and a trendy boutique, and had previously gone unnoticed in my universe. That is, until today.
Throwing caution to the wind, I jaywalked across the semi-busy street, much to the chagrin of bikers and motorist alike.
The bell dinged overhead as I pushed to door open to the cute mom-and-pop store filled with vegetables and Asian and Western odds and ends alike. The only thing abnormal about the scene, was the tiny coffee bar in the corner. Which consisted of a coffee machine, a counter, and 2 beat up stools.
But coffee was not the reason I almost killed myself, it was those tomatoes, the glowing red jewels in a dusty corner, that caught my eye.
Now I started running, and I joined the old Asian lady at the tomato stand, piling 20 red, juicy tomatoes into 2 plastic bags. (1 could not possibly hold them all)
I hastily made my way over to the check-out counter, only to bump into some poor soul, and knock his groceries all over the floor.
Great. Just what I needed.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking. Here let me help you.” I bent down, and grabbed all the groceries I could, placing them back into his basket.
I looked up and found a super good looking man looking down at me grinning, he had sun-bleached hair and a smile that kind of made my heart ache. He was looking at me with a strange expression.
Then I realized that in all my swooning, I’d forgotten to listen to what he was saying, “What? I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
He chuckled, “I said that it’s alright, I forgive you.”
“Oh,” I smiled, handing him the last grocery, “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I really am sorry.”
He began to say no, but then paused, a smile playing on his lips, “You know, there is a way you can make it up to me. Get a drink with me sometime. Actually, tonight.”
I blushed, I’d never been asked out so forwardly, but managed to stammer, “Uh. O-okay.”
Then I realized he wouldn’t be able to contact me in anyway, so I ripped a shred off a receipt and jotted down my number, “Here’s my number.”
He took the paper, winked, and without a word more, he disappeared into the early morning sunshine.
“Oh my gosh, what do I wear? I have nothing to wear! I’m not going.” I decided, nervously pacing the room looking for appropriate attire to the date
Lily rolled her eyes nibbling delicately on a cupcake she’d found in my refrigerator, “Calm down. This is where I come in.”
I’d gotten a text while at work from the stranger, who’s name happened to be Hunter, telling me to meet him at a pub a couple blocks away at 8:30 tonight. It was 8:10 already.
Lily had come over for moral support, but so far, had sat back and let me do all the worrying. But it seemed like my fairy godmother was finally ready to get to work.
I turned around, and she’d found a short, lacy dress that I didn’t even know I owned, a pair of shoes, and a bag. In 2 minutes.
“What have you been doing for the past half hour? You could have saved me so much more trouble!” I scolded, throwing on the dress, and running into the bathroom. I had yet to do anything to my bedraggled hair.
Lily giggled, “Actually, now would be a good time to say thank you. Also, if I’d helped you out earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to eat my cupcakes. Stop worrying. It’s a win-win situation!”
I emerged from the bathroom to find Lily digging in my refrigerator yet again. Through a full mouth she cheered, “Whooooo! My girl is getting laid tonight!”
My face grew hot, “Lily! I’m only going to make out- I mean up for knocking him over!”
She winked, “I caught that, Wednesday.”
I pretended I didn’t hear her and ran out of my apartment, “BYE LILY, DON’T EAT EVERYTHING IN MY HOUSE!”