The New Guy

                                    

                                          
  "But you have crossed the limits, Megan." Sasha scolded Megan as usual.
                          
"What is so wrong about being 60 minutes late?" Megan rolled her eyes at the sky and and just focused on the road in attempt of shutting Sasha up ,or better phrased, in an attempt of finding something more interesting rather than her best friend playing her mommy's role. 
                          
"It's not the first time. Last week, Dr. Gordon caught you off guard and you were mixing random chemicals."
                          
"Not random, I knew they would give black violet color. That's aesthetic." Megan looked to the side as steered the wheel.  She never liked driving after sunset.
                          
" You once skipped a work day to attend Steve's birthday party and he knew all about it." Sasha didn't even care that she was just interrupted.
                          
"Yeah! Because of you." 
                          
"I didn't know Kate would tell on you."
                          
"You didn't know she hates me?" 
                          
"That's not our problem right now."
Sasha knew she could never win an argument with Megan under any circumstances even if she, Megan herslef, knows that she's wrong. 
                          
"Just promise you would do your best to follow the rules like normal people, if you still remember normal ." She couldn't help but shoot her a disapproving glance. 
                          
"I don't believe in rules." Megan shook her head and smiled, enjoying Sasha's irritated glares, "Or normal" 
                          
"Bye, I -don't-believe- in -normal girl." Sasha mocked Megan as she got out of the car without looking at her. 
                          
As she closed the door behind her, Megan stuck her face out of the window. "I didn't enjoy the ride back home." She yelled.
                          
She still had to drive few blocks ahead to her home, she exhaled sharply at the fact.
                          
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As soon as the warmth of Megan's house embraced her, she could smell English cakes, muffins and other delicious pastry with her grandmother's signature. That was her grandmother's way of showing love whenever she feels well enough to stand in the kitchen.
                          
"Rosie, the greatest chef ." Megan planted a kiss on her wrinkled cheeks.  She always loved her high cheeks bones.  
                          
"Made with love". The old woman slowly placed a plate on the kitchen table in front of Megan, filled with all the lovable bakery she made.
                          
              
 
                          
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With a filled stomach, Megan gazed at the blank beige wall in front of her eyes, for hours. Despite the beige color of the walls, the shades of burgundy were superior in her room. She had a round carpet placed in the middle, few posters and a sofa, all  burgundy in color. 
                          
Megan checked her phone, it's already 1:47 AM and Megan promised herself -secretly- that she would go to work on time and try to arrive home earlier as well. 
                          
Before going to bed she remembered something she didn't miss once. 
                          
"Granny?" She called sweetly as she lit up her grandmother's room. She could hear the bed creaking as her grandmother finally settled herself up. She was afraid she felt tired after her efforts in the kitchen earlier.