#Chapter123

Pulling the door open going straight for the barista whose face perks up meeting my eyes as I get closer to his dimpled face. “The usual, Benny.”

“Coming right up beautiful.”

Smirking, he turns to get my order while I look around the shop. People talking animatedly, business men going through the latest stocks newspaper, a presumed college student writing an essay. This is something I can never get bored of; the coffee shop. While my eyes drifts pass everyone, a silhouette picks my interest from across the street looking at me but too quick as a car passes by, I didn’t see it again. Talk of creepy.

Trying...