"Right, so you're sure there's no cow's milk in here?"
"It's our only vegan option ma'am," the teenage girl said in a bored tone, twirling a strand of her curly hair on her skinny finger.
"Right, thanks," Loriatte nodded, grabbing the latte and a bag of freshly baked pretzels from the counter. She made sure to get a few more for Zayden just in case he wanted some too.
She could eat like three medium ones, so she got five more for him, and if he couldn't finish them all, she really didn't mind having a few more.
She really loved pretzels.
Loriatte then happily walked over to a secluded booth by the window, placing her mug with her name spelled horribly wrong on the table along with the paper bag of pretzels, she excitedly rubbed her hands together, ready to delve in the delicacy.
She took a sip from the hot beverage and hummed at the sweet taste, then licking her lips, she pulled one deliciously salted pretzel from the bag and took a slow bite, savouring the taste.
"Oh my God!" She hummed, taking another bite, and another, and another. Before she knew it, she had already eaten all three of her pretzels.
I'm sure Zayden wouldn't mind just four pretzels, plus he wouldn't even know that he originally had five -She thought to herself as she pulled out a fourth pretzel from the bag.
And in a minute she was done with that pretzel too, and was then staring longingly at the brown bag with the four remaining pretzels.
Surely one more wouldn't hurt right? I mean, maybe Zayden doesn't even like pretzels.
Just as she was about to grab another pretzel from the bag, the doorbell rang as a tall man rushed in with frantic eyes, his long dark as night hair flying behind him as he rushed in. Everyone in the café eyed him in confusion as he stood in the middle of the café, his dark gray eyes frantically searched around for something.
Loriatte sat up alert when his eyes locked with hers, and without a second thought, he marched over to her and slid in the seat opposite her.
Oh, no they found me! Zayden was right, I should have let him come with me! Him and his gun.
"I'm so sorry, I hope this seat is not taken, please don't be mad, I need your help!" The man rushed out, ducking his tall frame down with his hands folded on the table, he uneasily looked around the cafe, his eyes mainly locked on the entrance.
His voice perfectly matched his face and sounded exactly like what Loriatte thought it would sound like. He had a dark neatly trimmed beard, with dark gray eyes, his nose was perfectly straight, and his olive skin seemed to glow in the sunlight pouring in from the window. He was fit and tall and had long dark hair that fell past his shoulders.
Realising that she was staring at the poor stranger for way too long, Loriatte shook her head and sheepishly smiled at him, "oh that's okay, the seats not taken, what do you need help with?" She questioned, taking a sip of her latte which was thankfully still hot.
The man looked around warily before lowering his head, "I'm running away from my bodyguard."
"Bodyguard?" Loriatte sat up, her eyebrows raising in question, "why? Why do you need a bodyguard? Are you a celebrity or something? Do you know Michael B Jordan? Can you tell him his wife is ready???"
"Uhm, I don't know who that is," he blinked in confusion, "and no I'm not a celebrity-well not that kind of celebrity at least. I'm a businessman, and apparently I'm big enough to need bodyguards to follow me around." He sat back in his chair, a relaxed expression taking over his handsome face, "I think I lost him, for now."
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The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss
AcciónZayden scoffed "pathetic." "Maybe I should take it from here detective." She stepped forward. "I don't need you doing my job." Zayden rolled his eyes. "I said I'll take it from here detective," Lorriate said once again, sitting down in front of the...