"𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞"

2 | the cafe N the party

Florence's P.O.V

Seattle summer's are much more my style than New York summer's, the difference is how it feels to your soul.

The cool summer nights, and the dazy days on the beach were treating me well, it was a change of pace from before.

My roommates were usually out for 'work' reasons, I didn't want to ask why they keep doing what they do even when they don't have to. But I guess it's that way for many people, they were raised to kill, so that's the only thing they know. I still can't grasp the concept of being raised to be an assassin, despite everything I went through before escaping, it still feels so unbelievable.

It was weird having 3 random guys I barely even know as my roommates, but it wasn't what I thought. The first couple of days, I felt like it could be good, like easy. But things changed after that, Holden was still nice to me, but the other two sort of backed away, not that Rex was even trying to get to know me at first but, it was Brooklyn that made me feel out of place.

He slowly started pretending like I didn't exist, despite the fact he was letting me to stay here anyways. Every time I would interact with him, the he would keep the conversation to a minimum, so I only really spoke to him if I needed to, honestly it was boring. But I couldn't blame him for not caring, considering their background that I didn't know much about, but I knew was bad since they were raised to be assassins.

The only person I had sort of a friendship with was Holden, who would consistently bring me boba, although I didn't have to heart to tell him that I preferred Thai milk tea.

It was quiet here, my life was quiet, I liked quiet.

But sometimes it was too quiet.

I took it upon myself to explore the city, these beautiful Seattle summer days wouldn't last forever, so I had to take advantage.

I found a spot outside a restaurant and took a sea. People watching was my new hobby,it was so interesting to see people walking about, I found myself envisioning who they were behind that face.

Eventually I noticed a old man holding a couple of boxes, and keys, trying to unlock a shop door. Seeing that no one was helping him, and I had nothing to do, I ran across the stress and took a few boxes off his arms.

He finally got the door open and smiled at me appreciatively, "Thanks, you didn't have to." he said as we set the boxes down. "No problem, you looked like you needed help." I said, taking in the store.

It was pretty much empty except for the few boxes we just put down, and it looked like it needed a bit of renovation.

"Excuse me for the mess, I've been remodeling the place to finally open a cafe. It's always been my dream." he explained and he admired the area.

I smiled, "If you need, I can help you out, I mean I'm not very busy.", he turned to me and huffed, "Really? I mean I don't want you to waste your time helping an old man." he said chuckling, but I assured him it was so problem, and left him my number.

"What's your name kiddo?" he asked before I left, "Florence, you?", "Lorenzo.", he clicked his tongue, "Explains the accent, huh?", I nodded and say bye before turning the corner and starting to walk back to the house.

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Seattle summer's are turning me very charitable, I thought to myself as I bought paint for the cafe.

I was putting in all of my days working on the cafe, it was honestly fun, I refused to let Lorenzo pay me so I left him make it up with his iced tea.

He'd bring a pitcher every morning, and I'd bring my paint. That's way it was for the past few weeks, we'd both get so lost in working and talking that by we hadn't even noticed how much we'd gotten done.