Who: Tilda and Zo What: Reunion Where: Starting on Main St. When: Ten minutes after this. Warnings/Rating: PG-13 at least. Language.
The trip to Main street didn't take long, and Zoe wasn't in a hurry. She drove, as Tilda used to say, like a dead grandmother. But lately, Zoe wasn't in a rush to go anywhere or to see anyone. Especially Matilda Montgomery. Bitch Supreme. One of the main reasons the ozone was depleted and the bees were disappearing. She was her own type of pesticide. Poison.
And here she was, finding the cafe with someone inside who Tilly wanted to destroy. Likely unaware that they forgot to replace the milk with soy, leaving the glossy blonde a gassy mess amid her spastic eye-rolling and violent innuendo.
She parallel parked outside and could only see young professionals and college students perusing YouTube in the front window of the cafe..
Despite the bad memories, there was an itch at the back of her neck when Tilda stepped within view. All roads seemed to lead to each other. She countered this electric buzz by pulling down her sleeve, straightening out the black ribbon that streamlined the crisp white cotton and stroked a palm down her hair to flatten stray hairs and brighten the sheen.
It didn't even occur to her that Tilda wouldn't know the car, a 2018 black Accord. Efficient. Reliable. Everything Zoe was. Her gloomy little face staring out of the windshield, gloss shimmering on her downturned mouth.
She unlocked the door when Tilda was reaching for the handle.
The car was still running. When Tilda was sat, Zo turned down the music as she peeled away from the curb.