Café in the distance | chap. 4 Introvert A shy, reticent person I don’t know how many days I’ve been at home for. The thought that Regina would actually send a friend to tell me that my outfits are sh.t makes my head hurt. my mother doesn’t seem to notice, though. “its a beautiful day outside,” my mom says. “Why dont you go apologize to Regina…and while you’re at it, get some bread for those sandwiches you love so much.” I groan. I’ll only do one of those two: get the bread. “Actually, I’ll go with you. So i know that you ACTUALLY went to go apologize to Regina. She did nothing wrong!” “I guess she didnt.” I mumble and stand up from the couch. “Okay, let’s go.” - when we get to Regina’s house, i ask my mom if i can go to the bakery. It’s just down the street. “Pleaseee, mom?” I plead. “It’s just down the street, and I’ll be back before she even asks where i am.” “No.” she demanded. “You are going to apologize. Your sister had to do the same thing when she was your age and she had no shame.” I groan. “Well I have shame. And also,” i take her money and run towards the bakery. “I’ll be right back! Going to the bakery!” I turn the corner and pause to catch my breath. Running away from your own mother is exhausting. **(Dont try this at home, kids. Unless your mother isn’t a very good one and hurts you. Maybe tell an adult?)** The ding of the door announces my arrival. Immediately, the owner of the store, Ms. Lily Rose, comes forward to greet me with a hug. “Hello, dear!” She lets go. “Oh, i apologize. I must have accidentally gotten your shirt dirty, my hands are full of flour.” She puts her hand on her hips and laughs. “So, are you here for the same thing as every week?” I nod. "Yep! Two loaves of bread, five biscuits and..." I think for a moment. "Your most fluffiest croissants!" She looks at me funny. "Are you speaking in tongues or something? What in the saint pete are those?” I gasp. “But you’re french! Don’t French people eat croissants all the time?” “If you were Mexican but don’t know what pesos are, does that make you any less Mexican?” “I guess not,” i say. “Sorry.”
