Accismus | REEDITED

7

Molly's POV

"Whose idea was it to fucking party last night?" Cassandra groans with a raspy voice, rubbing her temples as we place the pastries in the display shelves.

"The closing team, obviously! They can sleep in, fucking dickheads." Ryan laughs softly, his head in his hands, eyes sleepy, as he's sitting at a table with Elliot.

"We agreed, now we suffer the consequences." I shrug, being the one with the most energy here since I arrived home pretty early compared to them.

I raise my head to look at the boys sitting at the table and I catch Elliot staring at me. When we make eye contact though,my heart skips a beat as he quickly looks back down at his phone.

Why was he staring at me?

"I don't know how you have so much energy to bake and everything so early in the morning." Cass nudges my side as she finishes unloading the tray of cupcakes. I shrug and laugh a little.

I'm not a fan of waking up early, never was. I don't know why I am this way, but I have pretty high energy levels in the morning, even when I don't drink coffee or energy drinks.

Ryan basically drags himself out of the chair he's been sitting on and he flips a switch, turning on the led "OPEN" sign in the window.

I head back into the kitchen and sit on the ottoman next to the window. Cassandra came up with the idea of putting one there when I told her about how much I like drawing. She said I can sit there to kill some time when I don't have to bake anything. I love her for it.

I pull out my sketchbook from my bag along with a pencil. I pull my knees to my chest slowly, hissing in pain a little, and place the sketchbook in my lap. I continue the portrait of Cassandra that I promised her I would make.

I hear the door open but I don't raise my eyes from the drawing, too caught up in my own world.

"How are your knees?" Elliot asks taking his apron off. I finally look up at him as his green eyes scan my figure.

"In pain." I answer. "But it's okay." I smile softly but he doesn't reciprocate it.

I put my sketchbook down on the ottoman next to me and look at Elliot again, who's now scrolling on his phone, leaned against the fridge.

"Thanks for checking up on me last night though. And cheering me up."

"Don't get used to it, I still don't like you." he answers but I can see a slight pink tint in his cheeks.

"Asshole." I scoff amused and resume my drawing.

A few minutes of silence pass before Elliot's phone starts ringing. He picks up and I can't help but listen to the conversation.

"How come you're up so early, damn?" he says when he answers. A pause. "You horny motherfucker." he laughs. "No, I'm free later...Sure, I'll come over...Okay, tune that guitar for me...Thanks fucker, bye." he says and pulls the phone away from his ear.

Guitar?

He turns to me and we make eye contact. That's when I realize I've been staring at him the whole time. I quickly pull my eyes away, but he doesn't let it slide.

"You've got a staring problem." he comments, plopping down next to me on the long ottoman.

"I'm just a people watcher." I reply and I can feel his eyes on me.

"Good excuse for admiring me." he says with an amused tone.

"I'd rather watch the grass grow than admire you." I slap his shoulder lightly, a smile making it's way on my face.