Avery

~4~

Another day, another excruciating day of serving cookies.

Amy's kind streak ended just as fast as it started and she hasn't even turned up today.

So in other words, we have to close early, which also means another thing going up on the market from my apartment.

Just as I'm about to start closing, the same man strolls in again from the other day.

He's come in every day for the past 3 days, he must be new in town or something.

Today, he has a black suit jacket and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, so no tie.

He seems intimidating, but he's not too bad.

He just orders and leaves, so I can't really complain.

Just like usual, he gets a coffee, black of course.

I'm not a black coffee girl, it's way too bitter.

I'd opt for a caramel latte, more on the sweeter side, but whatever gets him through the day.

He seems so familiar, but I can't place it, but it drives me mad whenever he comes in.

My hand hovers next to his, his coffee in my hand.

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to hand it to him.

Moving my hand backwards, I look up at him and he rolls his eyes.

"Who are you? Where do I know you from?" I blurt out, searching his eyes.

He stays silent, reaching for his drink.

Jolting it away, I wait for his answer.

"I came for a coffee, not an interrogation." he snatches it away with his scarily big hands.

Fair enough, I'm not the strongest.

He turns to leave and I untie my apron, discarding it on the counter.

I walk behind him and he freezes.

Throwing his head back he turns to me.

"You just can't help youself can you? Why does it matter?" he seems annoyed.

"I don't know, I just like talking to people sometimes." I mumble, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

I'm realising I'm being creepy.

"Sorry." I apologise and walk back to the counter to pack up the leftover cakes.

He just stands there, head slightly tilted and watching me.

It takes a few minutes for him to stop staring and he walks away from me.

I debate bringing out my spy skills to find out for myself, but that would make me a stalker and that's something I can be reported for.

2 reports in 1 week, gold star for me.

Well, I'm sure he'll be back.

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It's been a couple days and he hasn't come back for his coffee and I'm starting to think I've freaked him out.

I'm alone again today, my lovely employee is in Spain.

We've actually had a good amount of people in today, there's only 2 cupcakes left on the shelves.

When the clock hits 5, I decide to close and start walking home, cupcakes in hand.

As I pass that stupid building, I see a flood of people walking out and I don't even want to pass them.

Until I notice a certain someone, holding a briefcase and typing on his phone with one hand.