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I haven't heard from Y/n in nearly four days. She was supposed to show up for work on Thursday, but at the last minute she called out sick. A part of me is tempted to surveillance her other job at the cafe, but God knows how well it went the last time I was there.
There's also the option of showing up at her apartment door...
"No Loid, that's too far," I say aloud, attempting to talk myself down. "I suppose I could just call her."
As I reach for the silver device, I stare for a brief moment at the picture of Anya and I at the park. Yor insisted we see the cherry blossoms that day, so she dragged us all to the park, snapping pictures of everything. In the photo, I'm holding Anya up to the tree so she can pick off a flower and place it in her matching pink hair. My fingers glide over the lock screen, reminiscing the little moments we once shared.
After a few more seconds, I recall my original plan and call Y/n. It rings for a few seconds before going to voicemail. I stare back at the phone, absolutely baffled. "Did she just decline my call?"
Hopping out of bed, I head to the closet, pulling out a fresh pair of dark jeans with a usual white shirt and my leather jacket since the temperature is starting to drop, but not enough for me to need a winter jacket. "Why would she be ignoring me," I wonder as I reach for my keys and head to the parking garage.
Once in the car, I try to dial her once more, except this time it goes straight to voicemail. I toss the useless phone to the side and rush to the small cafe. Luckily I find a parking spot in front of the building and hurry inside.
"Excuse me," I ask the familiar young girl at the register. She must've been there when I showed up last time.
"Can I help you?" she asks, her nose buried in a biology textbook. "Want a coffee or something?"
Well, I'm already in here so I might as well. "Um, yeah," I nod, reaching into my back pocket to take out my wallet. "Black with 2 sugars."
She finally looks up from the skeleton she was diligently analyzing to take my change.
"Slow day?" I ask, hoping Y/n will come out within the next two minutes before the waitress hands me the coffee.
"Mhm," she hums, turning around to grab a cup. "Our busiest times are around 7-9 and then 3-6. So you came at a good time."
"Interesting," I note. "I actually work down the street and have been looking for a good spot to get coffee."
"Well if you become a regular, I can see about a discount," she smiles, handing over the steaming, blue and white paper cup.
