Roses and Illusions part 1
Eve works at a coffee stop owned by her aunt for sometime now. Talking about family business. It had been a good deal for it paid well and gave her protection from the cruel public life of a model.
She still loves modeling, but not to the point of passing out in a stampede of roaring fans.
She wants a normal life at least. Privacy to do whatever she please without the feeling of cameras watching.
She's a real beauty, a natural at striking eye catching poses. One thing that people overlook, is her love for making different types of coffee blends.
"Thankyou for buying!" The customer left before Eve could finish. They must be rushing for something. This city has always been busy now that December is coming.
The last thing she thought of were the beautiful lights.
Dropping her eyes down, the chimes rung, and so were bells. A whole lot of bells.
Up there was a towering red jester with unthreatening golden eyes approaching closer.
"Good morning— sir, what would you like to order?" His mask seems to be moving on its own. His hair was white and sleek, like a husky.
He grinned wide and taps the strawberry milkshake on the menu.
Beaming at her infectious smile, oh how he wish she knew how well he'd known her. Ever since she landed on this job, this city, quit her fame, his eyes showed a lot than what he allows to say.
"Hey you freak, were you the one loitering those stupid flyers on my shop?!" The old man's voice silenced the cafe.
"Uhm e-excuse me- sir" Trying to stop this felt like an exam. It only made the old man fume at the jester. Raising a brow.
"So you're defending this big freak ay? You're defending property breakers now? He broke one of my items!"
His thundering tone awoken her nerves. She could even see the guilt in the jesters wide eyes and inward body language.
And it only pissed off the old man enough to whack the flyers at his arm. "Get a goddamn grip!"
"Hey hey hey! Sir!" Eve bolt out of the counter and shield the jester. She can't let this man hurt this poor guy. He could've done way worse.
"Too far! Sir I need you to get out of the cafe this instant. We do not allow this." Glaring straight into his soul, the old man huffed before waddling off. "I hope they take you to!"
"I'm sorry about that sir, I should've stand out sooner and called upper management. A-are you hurt?" She ignored the shame when everything came back to normal anyway. As for the jester, he seem to be, quite shaken. It seems to happen often for such a big guy.
She stooped low to gather all the flyers scattered around him. Quick, she thought, there's customers coming up this lunch time. Better prepare.
When he stooped at her level, their heads hit, "Ow, Sorry." Oh how clumsy of her. She couldn't help but smile at how absurd it was.
Now all he cares about is claiming his order and shooting his shot. Show a magic trick to give thanks for her kindness.
Before she entered the counter, he stopped by for her attention. His palms all opened, closed, behind her ear he pulls out a red ticket.
Her eyes beamed with pure child like amusement. "Woah...!"
There it is again, his wide masked grin.
With his milkshake at hand, his head ached at the thought of the item.
Too bad, he wanted a proper introduction and spend more time with his dear, but he had other means to take care off asap.
He leaned in super close and whispered, "Thank you, my lady. My sincerest. See you next time." She took the red ticket.
He paid up then left with jiggling bells.
She will never forget the sound of it. The ring is much lighter and sweeter than the door chimes. She wondered when will she see him again.
Then her eyes scanned the ticket. What specimen who'd give a circus ticket without say? Something struck inside of her that she must know his name before trusting the invite. "I heard some loud banging on here, what's going on?" Kate, her boss, bolted to the already calmed scene.
"Too late boss, I've already took care of it. No need to worry. "
"It's almost as if some huge fight came by. You alright?"
"Yes boss. Just... draining the adrenaline. " Kate comfortingly rubbed Eve's shoulder's that were tense earlier at the scene.
After everything, the cafe continues normal again.
Eve set herself on the edge of the bed, journal on the desk holding a pen. The pages were cold and wrinkled from the unforgiving rain. Next time, she'll never display it near the window.
Still the pages are fillable, thankful even for the ink not entirely smudging off its existence.
And there, she wrote; I met this weird- bizarre looking jester at the work this morning and it's been living in my head rent free. I don't know where they came from, maybe it's the circus of horrors the news had been babbling about every Friday night.
I don't know but... there's just something about them that feels so... How do I even explain this... Bewitching? I'm really just a sucker for a style like that in general. Now I'm wondering, what if I ask their name first? I know they seem pretty creepy- they don't seem to like talking... although he did once... but, I'll try
And that's that. All her emotions laid on a page as if it were its own bed, ready to take slumber away from mind.
Darkness caved in where golden eyes shone bright through the glass of the balcony door. For once, he did not care about the rain rolling down his huge jester hat. He did not care about being caught. All he cares about is protecting his dear. His little rose. He was like a looming silhouette.
His claw like hands drew a heart on the glass where she's in it.
"One day my lady... one day..."
And he isn't talking about any other day, he was indeed sure he would meet her again soon. He grinned wider, more hungrier than ever. His eyes shaped into little hearts.
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