12
Enya wandered the streets for an hour or so. She knew she was heading in the general direction of her shop, but getting to her destination was only a peripheral goal. Her mind was a buzz, trying to make sense of whatever had just happened. However it all seemed to be in vain. Every angle she could come up with, any explanation she could concoct unraveled at the slightest tug.
As she finally approached her shop, there was just one explanation left, which was exactly the words he spoke. She was just a business contact. Enya wasn’t sure if she was to be glad he didn’t call her his business problem; which was much closer to reality. A problem he was trying to solve with his charm, wit and his cock.
Enya’s own thoughts hurt much worse than any words Thomas L Silversson had spoken. As she walked Enya was over thinking every single moment of her encounter with his grandma. She realized she was intentionally adding darker colors to the scene. She needed it to hurt, to taste bitter, to rip her soul apart. That was the only way she could get Thomas Lousy Liar Silversson out of her system once and forever. Today, more than ever Enya was ready to give up.
The shop was still closed, Karo not scheduled to arrive for another couple of hours. The dark windows and lack of activity morbidly blended in with the surroundings. Enya’s oasis of sweets was surrounded by dozens of empty and half-deconstructed venues. While it did look quite out of place when the lights were on and there were customers inside, right now it fit right in; Just like Thomas wanted.
Enya entered the empty shop, grimacing at the cheery bell as it rang to signal her entrance. She was met with the familiar smell of spices and sweet the pervaded the shop, even after the last decadent dessert had been consumed. Enya sighed a conflicted sigh, enjoying the sweet scent yet hating that it was doomed to die. She proceeded to the kitchen and found a small bag she had in the back. It was a sort of emergency bag with various toiletries and spare clothing. Digging through the bad she found a lacy crimson bra. She shook her head, unsure what she was thinking when she packed it an unknown number of months or maybe years ago.
Whatever, she told herself. Nobody is going to see it underneath this dress anyway.
The bra was not only too lacy and too sexy, but also a bit too small. She pulled her dress down and checked her reflection in the mirror. The too-tight cups of her newly claimed crimson bra served as pushups for her boobs. As if the dress did not show enough cleavage already, the pushup bra added some extra flame to it. Enya sighed and pulled up the dress, trying to hide her now overexposed breasts when her phone buzzed in her purse. Enya hoped it was Karo but suddenly feared it was Thomas. It was a relief to see her mother’s picture on her screen, though only a brief one.
“You have completely forgotten your mother,” Enya’s mother’s greeting was an accusation, as always.
“Hi, mom, sorry. I’ve had a lot on my plate these days.”
Enya found a hairbrush and tried to bring her messy hair in order. She looked pale like a ghost with only her freckles proving she was still a living human being. For just one second, Enya wanted to be a little girl and for her mom to ensure her that everything was going to be alright. That was not the case with Enya. She felt more like the adult who was taking care of her mom who sounded like a little girl in distress now.
“You always have a lot,” her mother complained. “But let me remind you that you also have a family and a mother who is very unhappy right now.”
“Okay, mom,” Enya watched as her reflection in the mirror rolled her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Your father has lost interest in me. He has been busy with his new ridiculous habit. Did you know your father is a fisherman now?”
Enya was not sure if it was anger, irritation or sarcasm in her mom’s voice. Whichever it was, it did not sound good at all. Her parents’ marriage was the one thing that gave her some little hope that happy ever after could exist.
“Mom, fishing is what some men do. He’ll get tired of it, don’t worry.”
“Flyfishing,” her mother clarified. “He explained in every little detail how that was different from any other fishing technique and I was supposed to be interested in it. In bed. Am I that old to talk about flyfishing when I am in my bed with my man?!!”
Enya just shook her head, as if her mother could hear her doing so. With so many other thoughts invading her head she couldn’t manage to process everything her mother was saying.
“Let’s go for shopping after your work today,” Enya’s mom suggested. “I’ll tell you all about your father’s weird hobby and you will tell me if there is any interesting, good looking man on the horizon for you...”
Enya’s mother’s words brought a sting to her heart. Thomas Silversson’s debonair smile and intimidating green eyes flashed before her. Enya could listen to her mom nagging all day long, but grilling her on ‘where’s your new man’ topic was much more than she could take today. She could not bring herself to tell her mother about her disastrous experience with Mr. Thomas “Just a Business Associate” Silversson.
“Mom, I can’t do that tonight,” Enya responded as she surveyed her hair. It did not look any better than before she started and she just picked it up in a ponytail again. “Look, I am going to be hopeless and jobless soon, you’ll have all the time in the world to take me for shopping trips. But for now, let me enjoy my last working days in dignity.”
The misery-mixed-power speech always worked with her mom; the woman loved drama in any form. So, being done with the most difficult talk of her day, Enya decided her that look was complete and she was good to go back to work in her absolutely empty shop. Karo showed up half an hour later and the look in her eyes told Enya something was going on with her friend.
“Sorry, boss,” Karo apologized as she entered.
She did not look her usual cheerful self. Something was very amiss. Enya could read it on her assistant’s face.
“What’s going on?” Enya sat down at one of the tables. “What’s wrong?”
“First, let me first get some hot chocolate for us,” Karo tried to delay by heading to the back.
“No,” Enya stopped her. “We’ll have the chocolate later, just tell me and spare me the sweet part of how much you love me.”
“But I really love you, boss,” her assistant reassured her.
“Tell me. Now!”
Karo squirmed before slowly looking up to her boss.
“Andy got a promotion,” she admitted, but left out further details. Enya just continued to look into Karo’s eyes, awaiting the bad news she knew was coming. “In the headquarters. He… we will need to move across the country.” Karo’s face went sour and she broke eye contact, her gaze falling to the floor. “He’s starting in a week.”
Enya sighed, not in anger or disappointment at her assistant but at the hand fate was dealing her. She almost blamed Thomas for it, he seemed to be responsible for everything else bad happening.
“Enya, I am sorry,” Karo continued. “I would’ve stayed here with you and supported you… but we are still not sure what will happen to the shop… and this opportunity is amazing for Andy... and….”
Enya tried to think of what she had to offer to her assistant. The idea of relocating and opening a shop somewhere else was still a possibility. But how would the business go there? Would their customers find them? Would they go broke in a month after opening? None of that risk was worth losing a boyfriend if one had him. She couldn’t ask Karo to stay.
“I’ll go get that hot chocolate anyway,” Karo quickly disappeared through the kitchen doors leaving Enya with all her worries and concerns. Even Karo was deserting her. The one and only most devoted assistant. Karo, who stood by her side from Day One of opening ‘Yum & Fun’ to day Almost-the-last.
Being alone terrified Enya most of all. She could call her friends, meet them for a drink, complain about her misery all night long and maybe feel slightly better after emptying two-three bottles of whiskey but none of that was actually going to solve any of her problems. The truth was, right now Enya was all alone with her world collapsing around her.
***
Enya closed the shop early that evening. Only one couple had shown up and bought a box of sweets for some party. Karo had left earlier to start packing for her departure. Home sounded like the last place Enya wanted to be. She tried calling her three friends but all three of them were busy. Pouring out her heart to Chris the bartender also seemed too miserable to do.
All those thoughts directed her steps to one place, the building with graffiti that had made her feel happy and strong in so many ways the night of her birthday. That, and the words that her mysterious man had spoke. A man, whose name she did not know, whose face she had never seen and who had promised to never look for her. He seemed like the only person who could understand her now.
Enya climbed the fire escape, just as she had done weeks ago. The familiar setting set her heart racing and insides ablaze. Even though sex was the last thing on her mind, she found herself needing the street artist to be there. When she reached the roof, Enya surveyed her surroundings. The view was just as beautiful as she imagined, the artwork still vibrant against the bricks. Yet, her mysterious street artist was nowhere to be found. Enya couldn’t remember if he had said he was there every Friday or Saturday night. Though regardless, she wasn’t even quite sure what day it was it today.
Somehow, none of that mattered. Enya decided there were nights to be spent alone, on a rooftop, wearing a dress and a scarf borrowed from a friend and a bottle of wine she had stolen from her own pastry shop which was not going to be hers soon. Enya had never slept outdoors alone. There was always a perfectly lonely night and a graffiti covered rooftop to start.