In Your Eyes

Prolouge: Meeting the Stranger

My curling steamed as I curled it through my dark locks. I had to be at work in an hour, and it only takes me about twenty minutes to curl my hair, so I thought, why not? The curl bounced as I pulled the curling iron away. That was the last strand next to my bangs. And I don't like curly bangs, it just looks awkward to me... However bangs with the tips curled is how I like it!
After I finished my hair up, I moved on to my makeup, then clothes. We don't have a uniform at the store I work at, so I put on a pink tank top, neigh cardigan, and black leggings. And did it take all the strength I had to put in my flats instead of my heels. But my feet have spoken, they just don't like cooperating with my heels. Oh well. I slipped my shoes on and went out the door.
The drive to my work, which is a jewelry store, takes about ten minutes from my apartment. Good thing I had about twenty minutes, that gave me enough time to stop and Mc Donald's for a smoothie. They were amazing! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

When I made it to the store, I sat down behind the cash register behind a glass case full of pretty necklaces and bracelets. However one bracelet caught my eye. It had emeralds engraved in it and lots of design around each individual one. I wanted it so badly, but there was no way I could afford it, someone would buy it before me.

About three hours into the day, there was only one customer, and she was looking at our earrings. Same old same old. But then, something new happened, the burglar alarm went off! The lady looked up and started to panic, but was soon knocked out of consciousness.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly. If a blow to my head was coming, I didn't want to see it, "Put the jewelry in the-" the mans voice as cut off. Opening my eyes slowly, I took a glimpse to two men. One had a baseball bat hoisted in the air and the other grabbed ahold of it. As to stop him, "Sorry to disturb you... My friend here was getting a bit out of control.

"What the hell are you doing?!" The one holding the baseball bat shouted, "Stopping you from being so reckless." He took the bat from the Swedish's hands. At least I thought he sounded Swedish. The man looked at me, he had on a ski mask but I could see his sparkling eyes, and a bit of his beard sticking out of the hole cut for his mouth, "Now, miss-" he paused. The silence was deafening, "You have really pretty eyes..." His says.

I blush a bit, "I- I mean, just put the jewelry in the bag."

I do what my instincts tell me to, and unlock the display case. Grabbing handfuls of jewelry, I try to hurry as fast as I can. Then, the last thing in the box... The emerald bracelet. He was still holding the bag open motioning for me to hurry. I grab it and throw it in the bag. This bracelet looks like the one my mom has. And my homesickness, I wanted something that reminded me of home. Now I had nothing but the handful of phone calls.

The men grabbed the money and ran out. I just collapsed to the floor crying.