6 - Friday Night pt. 1

The rest of the day went by flawlessly, except Emmie accidentally spilling an order on her apron. She took the mug from Frankie’s hand, insisting to not waste it, and let her drink it ‘to help for that moment’ as Emmie put it. Frankie nodded as she sipped, fighting back the evil memory with the sword of Wolf’s kindness.

The day was winding down and the sun was setting. Evangeline returned into the kitchen to gather her things, but Frankie delicately turned her eyes away and was glad to have Emmie to focus on instead. The girl was kind of pretty now that she thought about it.

James approached with the last sugar dusted caramel doughnut. “I saw what happened,” he said, smiling almost unsure. Afraid of her wrath, she knew.

She smirked wryly. “Why yes, thank you.” She took the doughnut, and once biting into it, realized she didn’t eat lunch. Ah well, work was work and he always came with something for her, even if she refused it. Besides, she thought it was good for staying thin. (Whether it truly worked was another question.)

“How will you get home?” Emmie suddenly asked. “There were only five cars in the lot when I came, and you were already here. There were six workers today. Wait, my mum’s coming. Do you want us to drive you home, or do you have a ride?”

Frankie internally bristled. No, she didn’t need help. “I have a ride,” she said, a bit colder than she had wanted to let on. “It’s fine.”

Emmie just nodded meekly and, pausing to squeeze out her apron into the sink, went out. Frankie heard a car pull in. She leaned in relief against the counter as James wiped down the rest of it. The last few minutes went by, as she finished her doughnut. Really nice of James to clean for her. She hated crumbs and spills like the plague.

Then Wolf’s roaring motorcycle shrieked its way into the lot and, after stopping, rumbled in front of the shop. She finished licking her fingers, hopped up, and rushed out.

“You know I hate waiting,” she complained.

“Mhum,” he smirked. “Got your helmet. Now hurry, because you take forever to get ready.”

She fastened her black and red helmet and hopped on. It jerked away suddenly and roared down the street. She laughed—he drove motorcycles the way he drove cars. She let the wind rush through her hair and beat her face cold, and her mind wander as they roared to the house.