~Chapter 51~
I retied my bun back into place. It was just a few minutes before my shift ended, and I couldn’t wait to escape the confines of the cafe.
My shift had been as peaceful as it usually was, with the soft conversation and the occasional sounds of cups and silverware.
But, as always, there were the occasional rude and inconsiderate people who seed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult. It was just part of the job, I reminded myself.
But what wasn’t part of the job was the lingering image of those piercing blue eyes that seed to haunt every working mont.
The two n in suits had left the mont they finished their coffee, but the mory of their visit remained etched in my mind like a scar.
He - the blue-eyed one - had kept giving glances throughout their stay, and I had caught every single one of them. Which ant, I realized with a flush, that I had been giving him glances too.
I couldn’t explain why, but there was sothing about him that drew in, like a moth to a fla.
His eyes see right through , to the very soul of , and yet, I couldn’t look away.
The stupid flush rose again on my face, refusing to be extinguished. I hastily pressed my palms to my face, trying to physically suppress the blush.
But it only seed to grow more intense, signaling my embarrassnt to the world.
"Are you okay,"John’s sudden appearance at my side startled , and I jerked my hands away from my face.
"Why do you look red."he asked, his brow furrowed in concern as he eyed with curiosity and amusent.
"Hahaha" I forced a laugh, playing it cool. "I-im good," I patting my face in a futile attempt to urge the blush to die down.
My skin felt like it was on fire, and I could sense John’s eyes on , scrutinizing .
John looked at wryly, his expression a clear indication that he sensed sothing was up. But he didn’t push the issue, deciding that discretion was the better part of valor.
Instead, he just nodded, saying"Well, your shift is about to end, so you can start packing up," he patted on the shoulder in a reassuring gesture before continuing on his way, leaving .
I thodically cleaned over the tables, wiping down the surfaces with a damp cloth and arranging the chairs into their neat, orderly positions.
As I worked, I kept an eye on the clock, waiting for my shift to officially end.
Finally, the mont arrived, and I walked to the back door, calling out a goodbye to John as I went.
"See you tomorrow, Katya!" he replied and I smiled, waving before picking up the worn, faded bag that Aria had given .
Strapping the bag over my shoulder as I walked out of the cafe and into the evening air.
The march back to Aria and Frank’s place was a familiar one, the route etched into my mory.
My feet carried along the sidewalk, my mind turning to the tasks ahead. I still had about an hour to get ready for my second job, and I wanted to make so food for Aria and Frank, so they’d have sothing to eat when they ca ho from work.
The cafe was about fifteen minutes’ walk from the apartnt, so it wasn’t long before I reached my destination.
Climbing up the stairs, my legs aching slightly from the long day on my feet. I reached the door before fishing out the spare key
I pulled out the spare key that Aria had given and inserted it into the lock and turned it, pushing open the door, which winced in protest.
We had managed to self-repair the door after those n had broken it down, but it still didn’t open and close as smoothly as it used to.
I stepped into the room, taking in the cozy living room with its worn furniture and the kitchenette off to one side.
But my gaze got drawn to a small piece of paper lying just inside the door, its white surface standing out against the scuffed floorboards.
Weird, frowning. I was the last one to leave the ho, and I was damned sure that neither Aria nor Frank had gotten off work yet.
Slowly, I bent to pick up the paper, my heart beating just a little bit faster and as I turned it over, I saw that it had a neat handwriting scrawled across its surface.
My gut tightened.The mont I read what was written on the paper, my head spun, and my vision blurred. "You can run but you can’t hide, kitten," the note read.
Quickly, I looked around the room again, this ti searching for any signs of disturbance or intrusion.
But everything seed perfectly normal. It was as if the note had just... appeared.
Feeling like I’d been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of as I stared at the paper in my hand.
The words taunting with their nacing tone. I tried to process what I was reading, when I finally thought life was going good....no..no
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead the more I thought about the implications.Was it Mr. Salvatore? But that didn’t seem right.
He didn’t call "kitten." Or did he? I racked my brain, trying to rember if he’d ever used that term before. But I was sure he hadn’t.
My breathing picked up, panic setting in, realizing that soone had been in our apartnt.
Soone who knew , who knew where I escaped too and lives
I fell to the floor, the paper still clutched in my hand, as I read the words again and again. What was I going to do? Should I run? But where would I go? And who would I turn to for help?
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