»Airika«

After the gorgeous stranger left, I was left daydreaming about his handsome face, I almost drooled at the sight of him. I secretly looked at his fingers to see if he was married, and it was all clear. . . Probably waiting for me.

As if a hulk like that would want you, my stupid subconscious mind blurted.

It was my first day on the job and I enjoyed myself. My last job was a disaster, I worked as cleaner, my dream is to have my own cleaning business, but I have no money. . .

My day had already come to an end, and I volunteered to clean the café. As I was sweeping, the broom came in contact with a black book, I picked it up and scanned it. . . It looked like a diary, I opened the front page and there wasn't a name, even at the back.

Maybe I should throw it away, hm I'll just keep it, the owner might show up.

I shoved it into my apron and continued sweeping. About an hour later, I was done and ready to go home. I live with my mother and father, my mother is a sweetheart, whilst my father is a good for nothing drunkard. . . I shouldn't be saying it but it's the truth.

I walked over to Mrs. Beatrice's office, I needed to say goodbye to her. Two knocks later and I was standing in front of her.

"Goodnight ma'am, have a nice rest. And thank you again for the job, I won't disappoint you."

"I trust you dear, have a good night."

With that said, I went into the staff changing room and changed into my casual clothes, I held the diary again. . . The inside looked worn out but the cover seems to be new, it was probably changed.

Two hours later, and I finally made it home. I walked into the small apartment with a sigh as I took off my old pair of boots by the door.

I spotted my mom by the stove, cooking dinner, and by the aroma it was pasta.

"Good evening ma," I greeted with a smile.

"Good evening baby girl, how was your first day?"

I told her about it and she listened with a smile on her face, we spoke for a few minutes before I went into my room to bath.

I didn't need to ask where my father was, because he was obviously in a club drinking his soul away.

After taking a shower I put on my night wear, and sat on my bed. I reached over to my bag and opened the black diary.

I looked inside, trying to find an address or something, but instead I found a phone number. . . Hmm, I'll just say hi, and then I'll peek into the first page.

I know I shouldn't read it, but I can't help myself.