I am just packing my things as I hear the café door jingle.
I look up to see a beautiful man walking in. He really is good looking. He has long hair, tattoos, and rings too.
"Uh, sorry we are closed." I say to the man and he looks up at me with wide eyes, making me furrow my brows.
"You can see me?" He asks in a very deep voice and just stands frozen.
"Uh, yeah? Can't you see me?" I ask with a nervous chuckle.
"Are you- you can see me?" He asks me again making me furrow my brows and I detect an accent now.
"Okay, this is getting weird. You need to leave before I use the pepper spray." I say, my hand already going to my purse.
"No, no. I'll go. I'm sorry to be a bother." He says still looking a bit shocked.
"If you want you can come tomorrow for coffee." I say and he nods, getting out of the café and I am left staring at the door foolishly, wondering what the fuck just happened.
Just as I move to walk out of the counter, I feel a sharp pain in my head, so sharp that I have to crouch down and hold my head.
"Stop! Don't tickle me! Ahh." I hear a girl laughing and behind follows a faint chuckle of a man.
"I love you." I hear a deep accented voice of a man. I feel like I have heard that voice before.
I take a deep gasp of air as the pain suddenly goes away. I feel sweat on my forehead and my heart is racing like crazy, just like my breathing is heavy.
What the fuck happened?
I get up from the floor and dust the back of the pants, still feeling pretty shocked. I pick up my purse and rush out of the café to lock it.
Just as I'm locking the door of the café, I sense a presence behind me. I freeze as I feel a cool breeze brush on my cheek and a shiver runs down my spine.
"Promise me you'll never me, Y/n." The same deep accented voice say in my ear.
"I will never leave you." I hear that same girl saying.
I snap my head to take a look behind my shoulder. I see no one. Literally no one. I immediately feel uncomfortable so I lock the door as fast as I can with shaky hands and start walking to my apartment.
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When I woke up the next day I was still thinking about yesterday. I was still very weirded out by whatever happened to me. Also, yesterday I was thinking about that weird man that came into the café. Will he again come to the café? I was overthinking again and I had to stop.
"Hey." I say to my friend as I enter the café. It is already crowded.
"Hey, you okay, babe? You look a bit pale." My friend, Sophie asks.
"Yeah, just tired." I saw as I wear my apron.
"M'kay. Tell me if you need something, okay?" She asks and I nod at her and go to a table that need a waitress.
After that table's order is given at the counter, I turn to see if any more orders are left, but I am stopped when I see a very familiar man on a table.
He is looking straight at me, without blinking. His long hair is a bit messy, while he wears a silk black shirt with skinny black jeans. I nervously walk over to him, but before I could reach the table, he shakes his head and just walks out of the café.
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