What a lovely Spring morning Y/N thought as she walked past Griddy's. As she looked inside, she notices how hungry she is. After debating on wether to get a bite to eat, she decides that getting something to eat won't hurt.
She walked into the cafe, and decided upon taking a seat near the counter. The cafe was quite deserted as it was quite early on. The seat next to her got filled by a boy her age, but she didn't take much notice of it.
He started to ring the bell to get the waitress' attention. An old woman with a pink uniform and a little badge consisting of the word: Agnes walks out from the back. "Sorry, sink was clogged. Anyways what can I get ya." "Black coffee" Y/N and the boy say in unison. They make eye contact, then look down embarrassingly. "Alright I'll get that for you guys." And she walks back out.
"Don't remember this place being such a sh*thole." The boy says. "Mm" was all Y/N managed to get out. "Used to come here all the time with my siblings." "I need the bathroom I'll be back." Y/N mumbled and rushed to the girls bathrooms.
Of course she didn't actually need the bathroom. She simply needed a quiet place to think. Who was this boy? What did he care talking to her? He's kinda cute, ngl. "OMG stop you barely know him! Okay, go back out there, and make conversation!" But as she opened the door to re-enter the cafe, she heard gunshots.
"OMG!" She stood there, motionless, observing the scene infront of her. Seven men dressed in black, all holding guns. Four on the ground, dead and drenched in blood. The other three were being viciously abused by the boy. The strangest part of all was the boy wasn't running around. He seemed to be teleporting every which-where with a pop of blue light.
Soon enough, all seven men were dead, and the boy now covered in blood, stood still staring at Y/N. His deep eyes looking directly into hers. "Uhh.." he stammered.
"What the HELL was that?!"
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I love you | Five Hargreeves
Romanceyou meet five hargreeves in a coffee shop, however things don't go as you expect. what will happen next...