It was another work shift. It had been a couple days since I’d seen Alex. They called out the shift after they’d seen my gun, and that was terrifying. Part of was scared they’d gone to the police or sothing about it. Another part of was scared they were just afraid of now. But they showed up wearing a mask, looking exhausted, and sniffling frequently.
“You doing okay?” I asked, looking up from filling the pitchers.
“Just a cold,” they explained, their voice was thick and almost sticky sounding. I could tell from the way the mask inflated and deflated against their face, they were mouth breathing because of the congestion.
“Take it easy today, I guess,” I said. “As much as you can. Do you want to run register while I make drinks?” It was a flip of our usual roles.
They shook their head. “I’ll be fine.”
We were still in the quiet of preopen. Charlotte wasn’t in yet, so it was just Kye Alex and , and Kye stepped outside for a smoke break.
I silently filled pitchers, getting a little lost in the mindlessness needed for such a gruntwork task.
“So,” Alex said from behind , refilling the espresso machine with more beans in the various hoppers.
I ‘hm’d an acknowledgent at them.
“You don’t feel safe here?” they asked.
I hesitated to answer but gave in. “Not always. I’ve been in worse predicants, though.”
They nodded quietly.
I was careful with a strawberry concentrate that filled the pitcher in bright red.
“Have you ever had to draw that thing?” they asked.
I froze as I was wiping up spilled liquid. And that was answer enough.
“You don’t have to justify it to ,” Alex explained. “Just know I have your back if anyone does co and harass you here. Even if I have to tell Charlotte to fuck off and she sends ho. Just don’t draw that here. No one needs to get hurt.”
I nodded. “I don’t want to have to draw it. Not anywhere but especially not here.”
They mumbled a vague agreent I wasn’t sure they understood themselves.
I took a deepbreath, letting my chest swell before sighing it back out and putting the pitchers away. The clock ticked through the last couple minutes of the preopen, and then the savages ca, looking for pumpkin spice lattes.
I learned to hate pumpkin spice lattes.
After the rush, the stream of custors was just steady, one or two here and there. Just enough for the cafe to never quite be empty. Charlotte had co in after the worst of the rush, put her apron on and promptly went to do ‘ordering’ in the back office.
I sighed, wiped up so legitimate coffee spills for once, but still polished the counter to a needless shine.
Charlotte ca out from the office, examined the room and leaned agains the wall with her phone out.
I boxed up the frustration for the mont. I’d vent later, but it wouldn’t be useful right now.
Alex ca over as I was finishing up with the last of the counter stuff
“I'll be on register,” they said quietly.
I looked up, confused, and saw Sergei strutting in. He made eye contact with and I gratefully stepped away from the register, instead straightening so of the cups and mixes along the back counter.
Unfortunately Charlotte was now watching carefully.
My phone stayed in my pocket even if I knew I needed to text Tye and Alisha.
“Small coffee,” Sergei told Alex. He then leaned around the register to address directly. “Make it sweet, sweetheart.”
I suppressed the dry heave that built in my throat.
“Anything else for you, sir?” Alex asked, forcing the attention back on themself.
“No,” Sergei said sourly at my ignorance. He paid but lingered by the line. I pushed a black coffee to the side with Sergei’s tag on it and Alex wordlessly stepped over to pick it up and hand it to Sergei.
I dared a glance back as I heard Alex sigh.
“Such a creeper,” they comnted.
Charlotte was watching over us scrutinizingly and approached. “Go on a fifteen, Alex,” she ordered.
They hesitated, making eye contact with .
I gave them a nod. I was going to be okay. Sergei had wandered over to lean against the wall sipping at his coffee while staring daggers at . He couldnt do much in public though.
Charlotte leaned against the counter.
“I don't get it,” she sighed. “Why do you get all the attention?”
I didn't know how to respond right away. “I don't want it,” I said dryly.
“Yeah but I an. That dude looks like he just got out of prison. It's hot. I'd love it if he ca over and tried to pick up. But no. He wants you even though you want nothing to do with him.”
I repressed another dry heave. The idea of hooking up with Sergei was fundantally repulsive to .
“And the girl you do have cos from old money doesn't she? She pampers you. Has the ti to just sit in a cafe for an hour just to talk to you for ten minutes. Probably never worked a real job in her life.” Charlotte gazed at Sergei, even gave him a flirtatious wave.
“It's not that simple,” I said quietly.
I glanced up, watching Sergei frowning as he sized up the room and then quietly tossed his half drank coffee into the trash and sauntered put the door and around the back. I made a ntal note not to step foot outside until Tye or soone else was her to watch over .
“Everyone thinks their life is the hardest,” Charlotte said. “Don't let them fool you into pitying them.”
I was trying to figure out how I could slip away, get my phone out or sothing, anything to get away from this situation.
And then my heart stuttered.
I set the cleaning rag down.
“What are you doing?” Charlotte said warningly as I started to pull my phone out.
I ignored her, pulled up my ssages and started to lumber to the back door, feeling dazed.
“Are you walking off the line?” Charlotte called after but my focus was entirely on getting to the back door, where Alex was probably smoking. As soon as I entered the kitchen I could sll the cigarette faintly. I managed to send Tye a ssage, fingers shaking a little too much for to trust them with another ssage. He’d have to get Alisha himself, unfortunately. I hated that I didn’t even have ti. But ti was so precious.
I yanked the back door open, stumbling a little as my foot caught on the fra.
And then I turned to the alleyway and just as I feared, Sergei was there.
Alex was currently in a choke hold in his grasp.
AN: This chapter was split into two, the next part shouldn't take too long to be out.
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