EMILY

I was having the worst week of my college life, first I got myself fired from my job, which wasn't even my fault apparently the place has too few customers so the workers weren't needed, secondly I fought with my so called bully which didn't make my college time easier and thirdly I was lacking behind in payment of the rent, so basically I was going to be homeless in a few days.

As if, these things weren't enough I was informed at the last moment that my psycho professor had asked for thesis, that to be handwritten not print out, which would be fine if it wasn't 50 pages long.

I was on my edge from the morning, I decided to accept my fate and was stuck on the same table of the cafe which I was regular to, I was here at 12:00 noon when I started writing.

I glanced at the clock of the cafe which informed me it was around 15 mins to midnight, I shook my hand which had gone numb from writing.

"Fuck this stupid thesis, I swear if I wasn't gonna be send to jail for committing murder that professor would be five feet under the ground. "
I murmured to myself, as I stretched my fingers as they made popping sounds.

"Ughh..... " I took a few deep breath to shake away the jittery feeling that came with 8 cups of coffee, It wasn't a lie when I said I was seriously dehydrated.

Nevertheless I got up for a refill, and then started working all over again just a few more pages to go I'll be able to complete it till 1:00 am, or so I hope.

I was so focussed on my work that sound of door opening made me look up at the stranger, he was wearing a black coat with a maroon beanie on his hair, he had a pair of black sunglasses and the rest of his face was covered with a mask, I frowned at the idea of sunglasses who the fuck wears them at night?

The stranger dragged his feet like it even hurt to lift them up and lazily handed a list to the worker behind the counter, I decided to focus on my work as he made his way towards me as his shoes cames into my view, I saw the Gucci sign and rolled my eyes at the obvious display of money.

Why come to a cafe when you can just  order who the fuck wears Gucci or dresses up just for coffee in midnight? Rich people and there attitudes were out of my league of understanding.

I started writing just as the stranger took a seat in front of my table his back facing me, I wrote the last line of the word when I noticed I had missed a whole paragraph in between.

I huffed in frustration and started over, great my mind was so jumbled that I didn't see a whole ass paragraph and skipped it, I started writing and soon enough the ink of my pen ended, make me sigh at another disaster.

The stranger till now had his head cushioned in between his arms as he lay on the table, it made me sigh again, I wanted to, no needed the rest.

I searched through my stuff and soon found another pen I flipped the page and started over, I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't even notice when stranger left.

Suddenly there was a crashing sound and I glanced up just on time to see the stranger running towards me. I was startled at first, what did I do then I saw the lonely phone sitting on the stranger's table.

Everything happened in slow motion, the stranger running towards me, tripping on air letting go of the pack of various coffees as their lid threw open and they split on my direction.

I tried but in vain as the coffee stained my thesis, every inch of paper's surface was covered in varying shades of brown. My brain shock circuited  as I took the scene in front of me.

My work, my precious 12 hours of work was gone down the drain, I was going to fail, this took the cherry of the top of my cake, what was I going to do?

I was freaking out when I heard a tentative voice of the stranger ask
"H-hey are you okay? "

I turned my head, my eyes filled with  tears as I barely croaked out a "n-no"

My streams of tears let loose as I started to sob full out in front of the stranger.

"H-hey it's okay... Please stop crying.. People are gonna think I did something to you. "

It only wanted to make me cry harder, of course you did something you dumb man you just ruined my career, oh my god I'm going to be living in the streets in the future, wasn't I?

"Look if it's about the money I'll give it to you plus interest or whatever just, just for the love of God stop crying... "

Money he could offer me money? For ruining my entire future ? For making me homeless? Who did he think he was, anger took over my hopelessness, I wanted to punch that stupid..

"You idiot, stupid, dumb, heathen were you walking with your eyes stuck on your head? " My voice was loud enough that I felt every pair of eyes on us.

"Look, there's no need to shout I'm sorry for your shirt and jeans and the coat and the mufflers and....  the point is I'll pay you so can we settle this down? "

Now that he mentioned my clothes I looked down to see my favorite beige colored coat covered with sticky foamy liquid, it did enough to fuel my anger, I was going to kill this man, whoever he was he just became my mortal enemy.

"Keep you money with you I don't need it get out of my sight before I start pulling out your hair until you go bald"

"There's no need to be so rude you know it was just a small accident.. "

I felt myself scoff, what did he say?
"Small Accident? Small? Well I'll tell you what the hell your small accident has cost me, I had to submit my thesis which I found out was to be handwritten instead of a soft copy, for last 24 hours I've writing to finish, and tomorrow's the deadline , so tell me how your stupid money is gonna help me in any of that? Or how can you fix it? "

I watched my stranger opening and closing his mouth like a fish, trying to find a better retort, I waited just to see how does he make the situation better?

"Well no.. You see but maybe you can buy some new clothes with it or supplies for umm.. Writing? "

Did he think buying new clothes was going to fix this mess, I was right about him,he is totally a spoiled brat who thinks money can buy everything in this world, I raised my fist to break his nose.

"Hey,.. No need to be physical let's act civil. " He caught my fist with no effort and held onto it, as I tried yanking it back with no effort, who was he a muscle pig?

"Oh piss off will you, go rot in the gutter you came out from, I should have understood earlier only, Gucci shoes, rolex watch, iPhone whatever version it is... You are a spoilt brat aren't you, money can fix everything for people like you"

For the first time I saw his face whatever was visible distorting and his eyebrows furrowed, I imagined that he must be frowning inside that mask.

"Well miss you seem to know things so well I hope you have a solution for your problem too, I'll take my leave then. " 

His voice was that of controlled fury, he loosened his grip on my hand and without looking back was out of the cafe. I pulled at my hair as I took a few deep breaths.

The worker came with a few paper towels and gave me a sympathetic smile, I wanted to smile back but it seemed like too much of an effort when my life was falling apart at the seams.

After few minutes of hyperventilating, my brain started to look for an option which won't end up with me being failed, I still has my supplies left, I had plenty of it to start over again, I pushed through the mess to find  that only a few pages were safe from the coffee disaster.

Maybe if I started I might be... Who was I kidding there was no way I was going to finish this, even if I tried I only will be able to finish half of it.

I was deep into contemplating that a soft tap on my shoulder made me jump, I turned around to see my mortal enemy a.k.a the stranger standing beside me.

"What now? Want to laugh at my misery? "
"No...., but maybe I can help you with your misery? "

"Huh? "

That was the first time I met him, if I had any idea of what was going to be the result of a simple help I wouldn't have accepted, but I had already choosen my fate, that day I wrote the first chapter of it.

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