Meeting in a coffee shop is a normal thing. Students, business men and women, mothers, friends. But what wasn't normal was meeting Elizabeth Olsen in a family run coffee shop.
A budding friendship blossomed into something beautiful but with ex's an...
Our Alarm goes off early in the morning to get ready for Lizzie's meeting. "What time is it?" I mumble. "5. we've got to go across the city." She mumbled as she sat beside me on the sofa, I move my legs and rest them on top of her. She ends up laying down on me and I giggle. "You're clingy when you're comfortable with someone, you know that?" I asked her teasing. "Sorry." She sat up. I pulled her back down. "Didn't say it was a bad thing. It's cute." I tell her and her body relaxes again.
"Coffee?" "Can we go to Hastings first?" "It doesn't open until 7." I remind her. "But you have the keys right. You're the owner." "My mum is the owner. And I have keys but isn't that the wrong direction?" I asked her unsure, I didn't take geography in high school. "I want Lavender tea." I could practically hear her pout. "There's some in the kitchen." "What?" She snapped sitting up. "By the coffee maker, there's this." She walked away so I stopped talking figuring she'll find it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She scolded. "Because I thought you found it." I shrug.
I slowly sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes stretching my body out and clicking my back before standing up pulling the blanket with me. "I didn't know the shop sold this." "We don't. I just took it." I say simply. "You stole!" "You're a child. You're meant to be the mature one." I point out. She rolls her eyes so I roll mine back.
She made us both a drink and we sat enjoying it. I was used to getting up early to prep for work but it didn't mean I enjoyed it. "You shower first, you take longer to get ready," I tell her as I washed my mug out. "Not true." "Very true, Lizzie," I say back. "How?" "You spend forever drying and styling your hair not to mention your skincare and then your make-up on top of that, it's like an hour process." "And you don't do all of that?" "No," I say bluntly. "I shower, get dressed and put lip balm on." She rolled her eyes again before taking her tea with her to the bathroom. "So dramatic!" I called after her. She flipped me off. "Olsen! How Rude!" I follow her and she goes into the bathroom. I open the door so I can talk to her. You can't see anything from how the bathroom is laid out, I'd have to actually go in.
"Do I need to dress proper? Or will my jeans and top do?" I asked her. "Maybe not jeans but nothing too fancy." I sigh. "Okay." I closed the door. "Nell!" I opened it again walking away. "Can you get my shirt out, please? It's in my case." "Everything is in your case, Elizabeth," I say kneeling on the floor. "Is this mine?" I asked pulling out a stanford hoodie I let her borrow months ago. "No." "You don't even know what I'm holding." We laughed and I set it back down and got the shirt out. I went into my closet and found something taking my trousers to iron and her shirt. I hung them up and swapped with Lizzie as she exited the bathroom.
I showered quickly and then grabbed my clothes before changing in the bathroom. I went out to her to make sure it was okay. I wouldn't be in the meeting, but if Lizzie is feeling anxious she won't let me be further than 5ft away from her. "Is this good?"
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She scanned me over and smiled. "You look cute!" "Cute?" I say unimpressed. "Cute as a button." "You're annoying me already and we have a long day," I say and she shoved me. "Rude," I tell her, going into the kitchen to grab her something to eat whilst she does her make-up. I put a red lip on as I wait for the toast and do my eyebrows but that was it. I couldn't be bothered, it's not my meeting. I have no one to impress.
