The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Sixteen

Olivia Thorne

I had just started my shift, having walked from school to here straight as the bell rang and I was almost late because of the fact half the school seemed to be going in the opposite direction as the doors when fourth period was over.

It was only an hour later I slid into the doors of the Starbucks I was employed at before slipping on my uniform and going to the front counter where Samantha or as she preferred Sam stood stocking the display case while I walked over to the till.

"Hi Olivia," she greets being her usual bubbly self.

"Hey Sam, I see things are busy," I comment and she just shook her head.

"Everyone left like a minute before you got here, I've been here for half an hour," she says looking up at me, "you're scaring them off."

"That's a good one," I laugh, "I couldn't scare a fly."

I then heard the sound of a bunch of vehicles when a white Maserati sedan, grey 911, and one final gloss black car parked which was when I recognized it as a Bugatti.

Who drives one of those in Brooklyn?

Brooklyn wasn't a bad place, but even those who had money in what was often stereotyped as the hipster borough, didn't exactly have rare sports cars driving around.

Three boys then got out of the first two vehicles but no one got out of the Bugatti. All of the boys were good looking too there was no question about that, all of them were probably from powerful and wealthy families.

The first to get to the door was the only blonde member of the group before all three of them walked in.

What am I watching real life Elites.

When they got to the counter the blonde ordered first.

"Could I have a flat white with extra foam please," he says, followed by an ashy brown-haired boy who wore a grin like he was above it all.

"Mocha Cappuccino two pumps of caramel".

"Your manners suck, excuse him, could I please have a London Fog, and an espresso?" the last of them and seemingly the leader of them asks with a polite smile, but I also had a suspicion that whoever was in the glossy black Chiron was the true head of this friend group, and based on choice of transportation the wealthiest.

"How would you like to pay?" I ask occasionally darting my eyes over the hazelnut haired boy's shoulder towards the car which now had the window rolled down.

"Visa please," he replies producing a golden card that I suspected was metal.

Once he had paid Sam and I started on their order since no one else was coming in and we could get away with being helpful with one another.

As I set the final drink down and they all thanked me and Sam, I watched them all walk out with the hazelnut haired boy carry the espresso out to the Bugatti and hand it to the owner.

"Imagine being that wealthy," Sam muses following my line of sight.

"At least two of them were polite," I comment.

"The one who was rude seemed hung over."

"Might have been, the guy in the Bugatti didn't even come inside," I hum watching the group outside laughing.

"I wonder why?" Sam asks more into the air then to me.

"Probably just doesn't want to be seen in Brooklyn," I suggest turning back to the counter.

"We're too poor to be seen in the same room as him".

"Who knows," I then shrug in a motion to move on from the conversation even though I could hear all of them leave and in a weird action I glanced up in hopes of seeing the face of the fourth boy but the tint of the window mostly obscured his face along with his arm and hand.