Two weeks by, and I never heard from Hobie again.

It's been two weeks of waiting by the phone, two weeks of late night shifts at the diner and working overtime with Deja and June to get designs out for Karl. There were minor setbacks that caused us to have a small break, but that didn't stop Deja from having us pull all sorts of overnights to get every fabric, every seam, every embroidery right for our presentation. My mind should've stayed on the topic at hand, but I couldn't help but wonder if I made the wrong decision getting too comfortable with Hobie. After all, he was a well known singer and in a popular band that traveled frequently from what I was told. Talking to him was a sweet deal; his humor, he would often send photos of him about to go and perform, he'd ask when we would send over the designs after I slipped up what we were doing and I said he would just have to wait and see.

The only thing that held me back from becoming attached was the tabloids and how inconsistent he was.

To start off, recently the tabloids have been stating how Hobie hasn't been performing or even showed up to the concerts. They say he rarely does this and for old fans, this is nothing new; but we are in a new era and the newer fans are a lot more brutal. When he does show up, he is always checking this random watch on his wrist during performances and causes the show to be halted. It only happened briefly, but the tabloids went crazy. On another note, he became super inconsistent with texting me back while his little funk was happening. I can't imagine having such a big responsibility on my back trying to please the world, but he seems to not care much about it. The texting came to a standstill and I refused to double-text him, I wasn't that desperate. Even if my mind was wondering with thoughts of maybe he got a girlfriend behind closed doors and he is a cheater, or if I got too boring.

Either way I don't think I could go another day without feeling like I got my hopes up and was lucky the crush didn't get too big.

I told Ti and Sydni about the situation, and they were shocked by how quick I was to give up on the idea of talking to Hobie. I told them how I wasn't going to keep chasing after someone who briefly texted a short answer and went AWOL after I asked where he ran to.

I had an early shift at the diner today, so it was about a quarter to six when I was rushing down the steps of the apartment and out the door with my apron wrapped around my waist and my little bag around my back. It was supposed to rain today, again, and I was opening the diner by myself after Maggie said I was more than capable of doing a task all on my own. I dropped by the diner last night to pick up the set of keys to unlock and open it. Opening at six on the weekends wasn't busy for us, but Sundays we open at seven thirty on the dot. The first hour consisted of me setting up the tables and placing out the menus around the front of house, filling the sweet teas and emptying out ketchup bottles from last night. I had another hour until my partner came in at seven. A sweet young girl who is a junior in highschool, and also Maggie's little sister. Beth and I got along well, she started two weeks ago and we automatically hit it off when I heard her singing "Love and Happiness" in the break room. I already punched in and turned on the mini radio behind the counter, high on a shelf. The first song that comes on is by Spider-Band, ironic, but the song is actually catchy and I find the house to pass by a lot faster than normal.

I love the therapeutic treatment I get whenever I am alone. I have some of my best thoughts when I am setting up and often keep a small notebook in the pocket of my apron so I can write down the ideas to pass on to Deja or June. Maggie loves when I leave it around so she can pretend to have an idea of what it is I am drawing. These past few weeks I haven't had the best time to be alone with my thoughts though, because I just kept thinking about Hobie and the opportunity of fucking up.

As I was hanging up the coffee cups, I heard the sound of the front door chime. People tend to think the store is open when I stand inside and the lights are on.

"Sorry, we aren't open for another twenty minutes." I said with my back to the front door.

"Fancy place." I heard the familiar man's voice, freezing in my spot. I almost didn't register the cup slipping out of my grasp until I snapped out of it.

I turned around and saw Rex standing there, a stoic expression on his face. I was shocked he was here, how did he know I even worked here? I couldn't be alone with him and I sure as hell wouldn't lose this job with him standing in the diner before it opened.

"Rex, you need to leave." I pointed to the door while being completely caught off guard by him. "You can't just stalk me and walk in here before the diner opens."

"How else am I supposed to get your attention and tell you I am sorry." He insteads steps further into the diner as I stayed behind the counter, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you are getting at, but you can't be back here." I couldn't stress this enough, I was not going to lose my job over a drunk freak.

"No one will know I was here, I just want to apologize, okay?" He doesn't listen, just like he didn't listen when we were back at that house party.

"I don't want you here." I shake my head while continuing to put things away behind the counter. "I barely know you, my first impression of you is that you are a pervert who thinks he needs his dick sucked to feel mighty."

"Ouch, for one. For two, I am sorry, okay? I was drunk, that isn't an excuse and I should've listened to you and not have been a dick. I really did want to get to know you, the way Eliana talked about you I had to see for myself. I might've gotten a bit overboard with the drinking to soothe my nerves, but I promise I am not like that."

I stand with my back to him and continue to not say another word, not until I hear a defeated sigh leave his lips do I finally turn to stare at him with my arms crossed. "Do not say that at a time like this, you think coming in here with a half ass apology will make me accept your apology? I don't want anything to do with you, I'll say sorry to Eliana that her friend turned out to be a creep."

He froze as I said the last part, both of us standing in the middle of the empty diner. I wanted to scream but I couldn't, I didn't have it in me to yell so early in the morning and ruin my day. He stopped the bickering between us and listened to what I had to say.

"You'll regret this." He mutters while shaking his head, his tone was ice cold that it made me take a step back into the counter.

"Get out." I shake my head, standing my ground.

"Fine, I'm gone. But watch your back, this city isn't safe without knowing people, and you just lost your only chance to do that."

He turned and stormed out of the coffee shop, ramming the door open so it banaged against the outside wall. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he turned his back on me, a hand moving up to my chest to feel how fast my heart was beating. I shut my eyes and shook my head, swallowing a lump in my throat and debated again why I moved all the way here.

Beth arrived a few moments after Rex left and interrogated me to find out why Rex was in such a mood, which I replied by telling her everything that happened two weeks ago and now. She wasn't at all shocked by the news, he had a reputation apparently from doing things like this and it didn't go unnoticed why multiple companies decided to drop him from their agency from his bad behavior. She did, however, tell me to be careful because of his connections to corrupt politicians that he was spotted with a while ago. He was caught leaving the office of the President one day, and ever since then he has had a hard time finding real work within the city.

Beth said only certain people knew of this rumor because her friend works within the news outlet. After it spiraled that the was meeting with the president, the article suddenly vanished and no one was allowed to talk about it. I felt like I was given such a deep secret that I could end up dying from, but I tucked it away in the back of my mind until I needed it one day and told her what was left to prepare for opening shift and we went back to that.

My phone started buzzing when I turned the corner into the kitchen where Martin was prepping for today's breakfast as we both greeted one another; he was an elderly black man, two kids and a wife that he loves dearly. He said the reason he takes up this job is because it is closer to his wife's favorite book store and he stops in to get her a new book she eyes everytime they walk the city on their nightly date, around the corner from there is a flower shop and the lady at the front desk knows him by face now. One boutique of Tulips, a book and food from the diner is all he says his wife loves. I tell him everyday I am jealous he has such a calm life, and he says one day I will have that. I just can't run away from the opportunity. 

Standing out in the back of the diner with reception now better, multiple texts from Deja start to appear on my phone and I start replying to her back saying I had no cell service and called her to ask what was up.

"Girl! I have been trying to call you for like ten minutes and it kept going straight to voicemail!" She exclaims on the other end. I hear rustling in the background and wonder what the hell she could possibly be up to that she needed me so urgently. "Anyway girl, Karl called and asked about our designs and how far along we are, which I said we have like ten more designs left to do and then we have eight left for the side projects. He is sending a whole new intern for me and is kicking you out."

She pauses for the dramatic effect and I feel like I got kicked in the stomach, my hand grips the wall next to me and my vision blurs. I retraced everything I did that I might've fucked up and done wrong in the time I have been here. It is pushing to a month since I have arrived and I was sure I didn't do anything wrong, but maybe I looked too much into it.

"(Y/N), are you still there? This is amazing!"

"For who exactly? You just told me I am getting kicked out from everything I worked hard for and you are happy!" I try my hardest to not get mad at her chirpy tone with the announcement, but her next words make me let out a gasp.

"Girl, he wants you to be Spider-Punk's personal stylist. You'll still report to me since I am your BSBF, it means best stylist best friend, but also just because your contract is nowhere near being terminated. Think of this like an early promotion that you got and you are ahead of everyone. At the end of the eight month mark that you finish working with the band, you will come back to us and we will do our presentation. Y'know, the one we have been working on forever. Anywa- Charlie, these blue fabrics are so ugly and I told you not to put the beige near my maroons. I have to go, but Karl is sending over a lengthy ass email that you need to look over. Bye!"

Does anything ever make sense here?