I make around three orders before I bring them all out. As I walk up to the counter, I notice the nagging feeling of eyes still there, it makes my stomach drop. Someone's still staring. I call out a few orders, before calling Wilbur's. I keep my eyes on him as he walks up, laptop bag hanging around his body and wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He seriously looks like some sort of fall Pinterest board.
He comes up slowly, watching me oddly the whole time.Taking his drink, he thanks me; "Thanks Tommy!" are his exact words. He walks out without a word, leaving me with a blank expression. Why did that feel so off, had he been here before, or am I going crazy? I decide to shake the whole interaction off and ignore it. I'm probably just tired or something.
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Wings of vine and obsidian
FanfictionWhat happens when 3 young vigilantes meet a villain family? One is chosen to become their newest member, and the others? They have to see to it that their friend is not trapped, but they themselves must face approaching threats. Mind control, secret...
