Meeting a Rich person

I came early today to meet the buyer of my lovely little lamp. A week ago I got a message from my craigslist post about a potential buyer. After a little chat we came into an agreement that we will meet today. I was here an old coffee shop that she suggested. As I entered I smelled the aroma of a newly brewed coffee. You know that smell that wakes you up in the morning. It felt like home. I roamed around my eyes. I caught a red sofa it has velvet fabric. I decided to sit to the sofa. It was at the small corner of the café. I examine it and I see some stains. Rather than changing my mind I decided to sit. It was bearable. I ordered a black coffee. They gave me some milk but I insisted not take it. I had lactose intolerance. It will make my stomach feel bad like how one of date stood up on me. Now I really hope she won’t stood me up. I want this lamp have a good home. Its pearly white Capiz shade will lighten a room very well. The Shell was well chosen to make this lamp. The body is adorn with pearls that intricately patterned to a flower. I got this one from my grandmother. She said I should keep this one. But unfortunately I’m having financial issue and this one could help me.

I was disturbed by the little bell at the door of the cafe. Definitely someone had entered. It must be her. She said she’ll be wearing a blue dress. It seems like it matches the weather it was gloomy. I could not understand how someone can exude such thing. Yet the lady’s pearls earrings hinted a sophistication that is not common. Her hair is well done I could not see any baby hair even though her hair is almost turning into grey. She walk near the counter. She was greeted with the smile. But she never smiled back. I could hear her cane stomping. I felt so tensed. I my hands now trying to calm each other. I reach my forehead since it begins to make unfamiliar feeling. Now I’m doubting myself. I’m wearing a white shirt that says Balenciago typical knockoff shirt that you can see to a flea market. I had my cargo shorts that now needs repairs or can we say a funeral as it’s about to reach its end destination. And lastly my fake guchhh. Would she listen? My lamp is an authentic Capiz lamp unlike the owner.

She was near me already when I saw her holding a cup of water. What was that for? Before I can get the answer from her all I can see is myself drenching from the water she poured at me. And wait she shouted something when she did this. “You deserved this you gold digger.”

I was stunned. Gold digger? How can I be? Yes I like knockoffs but I bought them from my hard earned money. I wanted to cry but all I gave was my eyes looking at her while my two brows about to meet like Frida Callos. “Excuse me?” I said. Before she could answer a saw a man pulled her. Is he my knight shining armor? He was wearing a pair of old navy suit. It was tailored well. I saw no wrinkles I think someone must have ironed it too well. His hair is well combed. But compare to his well-made suit and his hair I could not explain his face. He was sad and mad at the same time. A bad combo.

His stubborn abuela would not listen to him. I was just staring at them while my bra is exposed already as I am soaked. They were like wild beast exchanging their thoughts when suddenly the lady who seems old went back to my table and grab something. I heard the smash. It was none other than my lovely little lamp, my buyer haven’t check it out. She smashed it. Inside the plastic bag that I used all I can see is the Capiz being broken into pieces. And the body turned into half and the pearls lost its shine. It was covered with dust from the smashing it.

For the first time I cried. I took the bag and went out from the cafe. I bumped to a lady. She was wearing a blue dress. It was floral and the cut was after her bust line. She was also wearing a sunny hat.

“It must be you!” she said. I replied with a little “Huh?!”
“The lady that sells the lamp. So why are you going away?”
I answered yes and explained everything to her.

I went home with the smashed lamp. And a thousand in my wallet. The lady felt sad about what happened it turned out it was the guy’s girlfriend. She offered me a hundred but I refused then his handsome boyfriend insisted to get the cheque. He was sorry about it. He explained that his grandmother has dementia. They are actually meeting in the cafe a bit later. And the lamp is supposedly a gift they want to give to his grandma since she loves Capiz shells and reminds her of her youth. But unfortunately, a bad memory came in and ruined everything.

I went home to open the bag with lamp so could get the pearls. But then there was a note folded.
I opened the paper that seems old like that lady.
My dear grandchild….
A tear started to flow. It happened that my grandma left a note inside.
Now I only have a broken lamp. I put it in a shoe box. And put it under my bed.