Black Girl Magic

“Very good choices, Amira.” Avery smiled as she scribbled down her co-workers order. “I’ll be back in a moment with your milkshake.” And with those words, she disappeared back to the counter as she pocketed her pen once again and pulled the order from her notepad to give the cook. It didn’t take her long to return to Amira’s table with her freshly made milkshake in hand. “It shouldn’t be too long.” Even though she was sure the other girl knew how quick her food would be, sometimes it was hard for Avery to flick in and out of work politeness. “So, any gossip to share from your day?” Setting the milkshake down before the other, Avery leaned against the opposite edge of the booth.

“I know. Pretty sure it’s the best thing we serve here, but also probably the most fattening.” She said watch as Avery went over to the milshake machine. She hated that thing, she honestly hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet and usually ended up with milkshake on her uniform. Amira made no comment on how polite Avery was being not one to point out the obvious. “Well, I might or might not have saw a bunch of kids with water gun filled with what I assume was food coloring spraying someone’s house. But if anyone ask I did not see a thing.” Who was she to tell on them? For all she knew a horrible person lived there.

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Johnnie had only recently taken up drawing, and he was considering an idea for his next tattoo.

He already had a tattoo of an ox positioned somewhere on the left side of his hip, something he chose because, in his mind, it represented a close friend who jumped ship from Hollywood and fled to New York. Now, he’s considering a different one. On one sheet of paper, he had drawn his ox tattoo, plus some ideas on how to expand on that one. On another, he came up with a few novel ideas: his name transliterated in either Japanese or Hebrew, a tattoo of a video tape in color, or a pair of sunglasses with something odd in the reflection of the lens.

He really, really couldn’t decide.

“Do you know anything about tattoos?” he asked someone. “I’m still deciding on a few, and I want to choose one that represents something. I just don’t want to make a mistake that’s permanent.”

Amira didn’t know much about tattoos but she did know that they should mean something to you. She herself had one, a small rose in between her breast. She decided to get one when she turned 18 and chose a small rose. To some it may seem simple or basic but for her it meant something. she was once told  she had a heart like a rose, beautiful and fragile on the outside, but if anyone get close to it they would be the one hurt. Instead of taking offense she decided to live by that.

“Well, I don’t don’t know much. Just that it hurts, but not terribly. Perhaps you should think over why the ones your deciding on mean something to you. Oh, and don’t forget placement and size.”

Amira’s fashion sense has never been one style. Even when she was a kid she was constantly experimenting with fashion never settling on one style, always going through a new phase. The same can be said for present day. She could be wearing something preppy one day and urban the next. It’s not that she can’t make up her mind but that she doesn’t have a defined style. Her love for fashion is inspired by her mother who used to model before Amira was born and continued being stylish after. 

It was a fairly slow evening at Bobby Jay’s, which was considerable rare for the diner. Though there were many times it wasn’t overly crowded, there were normally more than two or three people in at any time of the day. Not that Avery minded too much, she’s already had a manic morning at college and the afternoon shift had been frantic, so she welcomed the stillness as it came. However with the chime of the door opening, a soft smile pulled at her lips. "I’ll be over to take your order shortly.” Avery called out as she momentarily glanced over her shoulder before returning back to sorting out the clean cutlery. After a few short minutes, the brunette walked over to where they’d seated themselves with her notepad and pen at the ready. “So, what are we having tonight?”

Amira herself worked part time at Bobby Jay’s, so if she wasn’t working she usually avoided the place. It’s not that she hated the place or it was bad, but usually she like to keep her work and life separate. But she was really hungry and in the neighborhood so it couldn’t hurt to eat there. She knew the place was clean and the food was good so that was reassuring. She sat herself down looking through the menu waiting for Avery to come to her table. “I’ll be having a bacon cheeseburger and fries with a strawberry milkshake.” She smiled putting down the menu.