WHO Juliet Bronk & OTA WHEN Noon WHERE A cafe in the North Sector WHAT Juliet gets stood up for a play date and commandeers a new playmate RATING G
The thoughts that ran through Juliet’s mind right then consisted of the words ‘absurd’ and ‘humiliating.’ These words were best used to describe the situation she was currently in; one she wasn’t used to. Because, honestly, how often did she get stood up for a lunch date? Her arms were folded across her chest and the plump, kind looking woman she referred to as "Mrs Potts" stood nearby, looking very troubled. Absurd – she should not have to be the one left waiting. </i>Humiliating</i> – because she was standing there by herself like some kind of idiot, or so she felt. Her pink dress, the one with heart patterned embroidery and little rose colored ribbons all along the sleeves that matched the headband holding back her hair, was going to waste.
Never mind that she had been the one to arrive an hour late.
‘Wait for me outside,’ she’d told her newest boyfriend candidate with a cheery smile. His names had been Ian, another student at her school although he'd been in Class 5 while she was in Class 2. He had curly hair, glasses, and was taking karate which Juliet had declared to be super cool ever since becoming interested in old style fighter games. She'd already decided all the games they'd play during recess once she made him her boyfriend. She'd be a princess, Michelle would be a sorceress, and Jake and the rest of the Dodgeball table would be the ninjas that Ian had to fight to save her. At the time she'd skipped off with a satisfied smile on her face. Her expression was less than satisfied now as she watched the passersby, some waltzing through the door and glancing at her, whispering to their partner about their curiosity as to what that little girl was waiting for, as if she could not hear. It didn’t matter, though – she was too busy being furious over why in the hell she was still here, when she should’ve been inside having her play date with Ian from Class 5.
Instead she was left there, eyes dark and unsatisfied. She’d wait two more minutes, to make her total waiting time add up to five. She fiddled with the bracelet on her left wrist as she stood up straight, glancing around one last time for any signs of the boy who would not wait an hour for her. Juliet looked down at her bracelet before dropping her arms by her side, huffing in bad tempered resignation. Tentatively the motherly Mrs Potts ventured over to her ten-year-old charge, stooping down a bit.
"Why don't we head back Miss Bronk? We'll have the cook make your favorite pasta."
Juliet exploded immediately. "No!" She tossed her head, brown hair rippling behind the headband, and stopped one foot. The expression on her face was that of one who has been gravely insulted. "Im going to have lunchhere" the little girl insisted in a tone of voice that expressed absolutely no interest or willingness to hear argument, "with YOU!" this final announcement was not directed at Mrs Potts, nor was her caretaker the 'YOU' in question. Instead, Juliet had leveled her finger in the direction of an unaccompanied individual who had just stepped up towards the door of the cafe.