you fooled me from the start

Nikita Jai Prashad. 32. World Traveler. Current city: Montreal High school teacher and life long learner. "And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides our minds So move to a place so far away."

[lennonpxrker-deactivated2016090]

“Sounds like a deal,” Edie gave her a smile back. “Hopefully it won’t be too long before we meet here again, I’m here at least 3 times a day. It really is becoming a problem,” Edie gave a shrug. “But what would we do without coffee? Without the coffee, I stop the moving and the words putting together thing.”

[nikitaprashad]

“I come about once a day. I’m sure our paths will cross,” Nikita laughed at the strangers joke, completely understanding where she was coming from. “I can’t imagine interacting with people without caffeine. I’d probably rip their heads off.”

[ofvillcins]

Robyn huffed. “I wasn’t looking at him. I swear. I was looking at the girl in the picture. Do you think we know her?” She asked her friend.

[nikitaprashad]

“But it relates back to him,” Nikita countered with a grin before eying up the screen. “She doesn’t look familiar but it’s a big city.”

[ofvillcins]

Robyn was definitely not snooping on her ex boyfriend’s Facebook. She just happened to open her browser and click on Facebook. And she noticed on her top news a picture of her ex with a girl. One that he seemed to be getting very cozy with. So ten minutes later, she was deep in the girl who was tagged’s page, not noticing the person who came up behind her until they asked what she was looking at. “Nothing!” She said as she shut her laptop. After an awkward pause, she sighed. “I was snooping on Facebook,”

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita approached her friend with her phone in hand, scrolling through the online menu of a local restaurant so they could place an order for delivery. Noticing the screen, Nikita couldn’t help but be the slightest bit nosy. Her eyes squinted before widening in realization. “What on earth are you looking at?” she questioned, chuckling lightly as Robyn’s flustered reaction. “Was it on him again?” The woman questioned with a knowing look.

[adrianrochefort]

“It’s times like these, when I think I should’ve followed my original life plan: become a doctor, own dogs. That was it. It was simple. Now I’ve got a 16 year old, and a 12 year old constantly fighting each other, and a six year old who likes to match the volume of the other two fighting in order to get her own attention. —They have a dog whisperer, why is there not one for kids? The Child Whisperer. —Nope, nevermind… I hear it now.” 

[nikitaprashad]

Having three kids was certainly a handful and Nikita admired the other woman for taking on such a responsibility. As a single woman in her thirties, Nikita sometimes longed for children, but those occasions were far and few between. “I bet it’d make an excellent show with a name change. Maybe the Kid Communicator? Child chatter? Adolescent advisement?” Nikita pondered out loud. “Maybe I should put you in touch with my grandmother. She raised seven kids by her self and apparently ran a very tight ship.”

[edmeefadxms]

Edmée sat quietly at her favourite table in the corner, with her favourite book resting on her legs. Her daughter, Issy, ate at her chicken nuggets. Taking a bite of the breading, she said ever so casually with a hint of her own dramatics “Oh no! Your face is missing!”. Eddie perked up and smiled, taking her head in her hands. She pecked little kisses on her face and laughed into her cheeks. “Nom, nom, nom, oh no, now your face is missing!”. She watched a shadow pass their table and looked up, smiling. “Oh did you want something? The chair? An apology for the face-eating?”.

[nikitaprashad]

With a slew of cousins that adored her, Nikita wasn’t unfamiliar with that particular tone adults took with children. It was part dramatic, part appeasing and part loving. She’d been passing their table when she noticed a lone toy on the floor and picked it up, knowing that if a child lost one of their favorites there would certainly be hell to pay. As the woman addressed her, Nikita gave a warm smile and shook her head. “No, I found this on the floor right there and figured this probably belonged to you.”

[loganbauman]

“Ah no, no – it’s what you’ve paid for and you never know if someone has a special order. I’d feel bad for ages if someone got an allergic attack due to me”, he said with a chuckle, hoping it was enough to ease some of the tension between them. To think that she wanted to buy him something for doing something everyone should be doing, it was insane in a way, but also a sign of geniune kindness. “I should almost be buying you something as a compensation.”

[nikitaprashad]

“Nothing special about this unless you count the extra shot of espresso,” Nikita mused with a small chuckle. The first sip of her drink provided to be decidedly bitter and just what she needed to pick herself up after a long day. “Oh no, I’d feel terrible. You already saved me today.” Looking to her left she noticed a mother and her baby get up from a table, leaving it vacant. It was the only one empty in the entire crowded shop. “Shall we? That is if you’re staying, of course.”

[loganbauman]

His blue eyes met with hers in a flash of realizisation, staring over at the cup in his hands before he let out a shy, almost silent laugh. “Oh, sorry – my mind is elsewhere at the moment. Please, take it back, I’ll wait for my own.”

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita felt bad now that this man was so nice. “You’re a life saver. Really,” she assured with a smile towards the kind stranger. Most people probably would have just taken the cup and leave. “Can I treat you to a scone or something? For the trouble?”

[workinginprogress-blog2]

“But-” There was no point in arguing. So instead, the brunette carried on - or at least tried too. Maybe this was the motivation she needed? Even though she felt as though her legs were about to fall off. 

[nikitaprashad]

“Five more,” Nikita urged as the entered the cool down. She was sweating and her legs had begun to ache. Finally the music stopped and the class was dismissed. “So, are you ready to die yet?”

[nikitaprashad]

bo-wiltshire:

“Sure thing.” Routine had Bo reaching for the money before her mind registered how much it was and the other woman’s words. She paused for a moment, the whole situation finally catching up to her. “Are you sure?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at the comment about keeping the change. Their drinks were expensive–but it was still a ten dollar tip when everything was said and done with. “I could get you something to eat too, if you’d like?”

Tilting her head in contemplation, Nikita nodded, deciding to accept her offer. She hadn’t eaten since lunch after all. “Get me whatever seems to be most popular,” the woman decided and fished into her bag for another bill, a smaller one this time. “Still keep the change.”

[nikitaprashad]

chef-vince:

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” Vince replied, immediately handing it over to her. “Makes me glad I don’t pick it up and start drinking it before I even leave the counter. I’m rather embarrassed…” he said, blushing slightly and pushing a hand into his pocket. “Guess I’ll just wait here. Unless you want mine since it’ll be untouched by other hands?” he offered.

“No, no. You take it.” The stress had put Nikita on edge and overall, made her a bit confrontational. But this man was nice and it seemed like an honest mistake. “I’ll wait here. I’m sure it’ll be done in a minute or two,” she offered with a warm smile and just as she finished the same order was called out once more and Nikita plucked it off the counter.

[workinginprogress-blog2]

“Ten minutes?” She almost choked at the thought, “I guess I can last ten minutes.” Though, the more she thought about it - the more she decided not too. “Then again, the back and the thought of a bed sounds so good.”

[nikitaprashad]

“Come on, if you can’t make it through this you’ll totally feel like a disappointment.” Nikita wasn’t super into the gym but she went once or twice a week to keep in shape, reduce her stress and just feel good about herself. She usually stuck to a class like this one or some light cardio. 

[lennonpxrker-deactivated2016090]

“Trust me, I’ve been there.” Edie nodded, understanding exactly just how bad days could get. They knew the way it could put someone on edge, or finally steamroll them completely. It was hardly a problem to give the woman a coffee that they had inadvertently stolen. They looked over the display of pastries, but shook their head. “The offer’s tempting but maybe a rain check? When I can actually enjoy the cookie.”

[nikitaprashad]

“Next time I see you here, I’ll get you back,” Nikita assured with a warm smile, taking a few more sips of her drink. It’s affects hadn’t begun working on her yet but the taste, smell and just the fact that she had it in her hand did wonders to reduce her stress. 

[bo-wiltshire-blog]

Pulling the handle on the tap, Bo watched as the amber liquid flowed out into the frosted beer glass. Starting at a tilt, she slowly straightened out the container as the beer filled it, eliminating the foam that seemed to accumulate if you poured beer into a glass straight up. Turning, she placed the beer at the end of the bar for the server and made her way back to the open seat that’d just been occupied. “What can I get you?” she questioned the newcomer, flashing a small smile.

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita had passed this place at least one hundred times but never went inside. After a friend from work cancelled on her, Nikita decided to make the best of a dim situation. “Hi,” she greeted and pondered for a moment, just thankful she’d been able to snag a bar seat. “One Long Island Iced Tea.” Nikita smiled and handed over a twenty. “Keep the change.”

[lennonpxrker-deactivated2016090]

Edie stopped as soon as they heard the woman’s voice. They turned to face her, confusion clear on their face. “Fuck, sorry!” Edie replied as soon as the woman explained. “I think we got the same thing, then— Honest mistake,” they said, holding the cup out. “I’m an asshole, and got a little to over-excited about my coffee. No coffee has touched my lips, so take it.”

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita automatically felt like a bit of an asshole. Sure she’d been relatively nice about it but this stranger was even nicer. “God, you’re a gem,” she said with a grin, happily taking the coffee and smiling at this new person. “Sorry, I’ve had the day from hell and I’m a bit on edge.” A sip was taken and a sigh released. “But I’ll be better once I chug this. Do you want a cookie or something?” she questioned, pointing at the little display of baked goods. “Since I stole our coffee and all.”

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita eyed the other person who just took the coffee order she was 99% sure was her’s. Another day she might have let it go, but today had been a long day and she was in desperate need of a caffeine fix. “Um, excuse me?” she asked, plastering on a faux sweet smile. “I’m pretty sure that’s my order. I was two people ahead of you in line.”

[workinginprogress-blog2]

“I don’t think I can do this.” Sweat dripped from every pore in her body. This ‘insanity’ work out was not what she had signed up for. “Do you think I could sneak out?”

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita let out a laugh and shook her head. “There’s only ten minutes left,” she reminded, panting as she spoke. “But slowly move to the back and sneak out when his back is turned if you really wanna.”

[elizxbethmiller]

“— I am sorry, but this one is mine and I’m not well known for being a sharer.”

[nikitaprashad]

Nikita huffed. She’d somehow got rope into doing Saturday detention and was no starving. “Then let me have that other one. I’ll buy you more, I just need nourishment like...ten minutes ago.”