𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩

𝟏𝟐 || 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Estelle

I absolutely hate this time of the month. Especially when I'm late for work.

What even is the point of periods?

Just a way to make my life even more miserable?

I grab my apron and pull it over my head, before making my way back to the front counter.

Aldric came earlier than me today as soon as Adam opened the café. It didn't shock me, he always comes when we open and stays till we close.

There's literally nobody in the café this early, but Aldric. Sometimes I wonder how he has so much free time.

Deciding to start working, I begin cleaning the café. Grabbing the broom and mop, I shuffle around the floor making sure to clean up all the garbage and see to it that everything is tidy.

Finally I make my way towards Aldric's corner.

Glancing up from the floor, I see his book laying on the table. Shifting my eyes up more I notice that he's just watching me work, as if it's the most entertaining thing ever.

I stare at his gloomy eyes for a couple seconds, before I start sweeping underneath the table he is at.

"Is there something you need?" I spit out, making sure to get the far spot under the table.

"Hm... nope." He adds without hesitation, not moving his gaze from mine.

"Did your parents ever teach you that staring is disrespectful?" I joke, but Aldric doesn't laugh.

His eyes darken, his back straightens out, and I suddenly regret my words.

I stop what I'm doing as he stands up, towering over me, his face blank but full of emotions that I can't read.

He's so close, I can even smell his faint cologne.

"Don't you fucking dare talk about my parents." He spits at me, his prominent voice laced with venom, I take a step back and furrow my brows at him.

"What-" I don't get to finish my sentence before he places his hands on the table behind me, trapping in between him and the table.

I look widely into his glazed eyes, but they don't seem to even be looking at me. They don't seem to see anything but anger.

"Aldric-" My words get stuck in my throat when he slams his hand on the table, causing me to flinch and drop the broom.

I frantically glance around for help, not sure if I feel safe anymore. He starts to lean his face into mine.

Where's Adam?

"Don't you fucking dare talk about my parents!" He grumbles into my ear lowly, making me lean back to avoid touching him.

Did what I said hurt him that much?

"Aldric- I.. sorry.." I don't even know what I'm apologising for, I don't even know what's going on. This feels surreal. What did I do?

He finally steps back an inch, staring coldly into my eyes for a couple seconds before taking another step back.

"You finally fucking won, that's what you wanted right. Hm?" His voice is dark, empty, yet still filled with emotions. Dark ones.