incongruity | h.s.

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See, the thing is, I loved my job. I suppose most people would get annoyed at the rude customers, and having to deal with ordering new supplies once some run out, but I think it all adds up to the beauty of working in a petite cafe. I'm so lame. 

Anyways, it was the usual Thursday night (I work shifts on Tuesdays through Saturdays from 21:00-23:30), except that I was called to come in early. Apparently, Dan, my coworker called in sick, so I decided to be the great friend that I am and take his shift. The cafe was oddly empty, so I sat behind the register playing '2048' on my phone. I decided to stand up and change the music playing in the cafe. I walked downstairs to where an iPod was connected to a wireless bluetooth speaker system, and opened up 8tracks and played a serene coffee shoppe mix. 

As I hit the play button, I heard the bell ring upstairs, signaling that a customer had arrived. I quickly darted back up, just to see a tan boy, with ruffled brown hair messing around with the register. He was dressed in all black; black skinny jeans, a black Misfit top, and a black leather jacket. 

"Excuse me? Can I help you?" I spoke, calmly, yet surely. Why the heck was he messing with the register? Who even was this guy? I'd never seen him here before. He turned to face me, a gun held straight in his hands, aiming right for me. As soon as I was about to run for the emergency button, two more boys came in, fully dressed in black, along with black beanies resting upon their heads. 

"Zayn, mate, what the hell is taking you so long?" One spoke with a thick Irish accent, before he noticed me standing over across from 'Zayn'. The one on the right side of the Irish blonde, smacked him straight in the head. 

"What the fvck, N? You just gave away his name, you dimwit!" He spoke in a deep, slow voice. "Z, just get the money and let's go. We'll deal with the girl later," He spoke sternly. I presently assumed he was the leader of this operation. 

"She knows my name, mate," the one going by the name Zayn spoke, looking me right in the eyes, if one didn't know he was human he could have been confused for a mad bull with that threatening look. 

"What the hell do you want me to do about that? This isn't a murder operation, just get the fvcking money and let's go. She's not even talking, for all we know she's deaf," the [presumed] leader spoke, beginning to get aggravated. The realization came upon me that if I didn't speak, I could possibly get out of this alive and well. Zayn shook his head and positioned the gun back in his pocket. I stood there with my hands behind my back, feeling as useless as ever. I could feel the leader's eyes on me. He felt so familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Zayn ruffled the register, opening it and digging through it, only taking the largest bills and shoving them down a small satin black bag. He nodded towards the other two and they cleared out. I was left completely shell shocked. Zayn stood there, slowly making his way towards the exit.

"You're bloody lucky that H was there to have held me back from shooting your head off," he gave me a scowl as he pushed out through the front door. 

I ran behind the counter, not touching anything and ringing up the police on my cell rapidly. Once they arrived, I gave them a layout of everything that happened, and the alias they went by, including that one's name was Zayn.  They stayed around once I completed their questions, just scouting the area. I was praying that I wouldn't get fired for this. I loved this job with a passion. Why'd Dan have to be sick as of today? Knowing him, he probably would've gotten his head blown off though. I don't need that happening to my best friend. 

Of course, this would happen when I take an extra shift. 

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Hellooooo ! I never really put an author's note in the first chapter so here's just a quick one. Sorry about this chapter being short; I'm going to double update though. Also, sorry I haven't updated in like two months, but now that it's summer I will definitely be updating more often. 

Oh, and I'm going to be making an 8tracks playlist to go along with the story. 

Thanks for reading my lameness, you're radical and I love you!

xo Kat