Kill Me Softly

Chapter 5 Sienna

The next two weeks pass by in a blur, blending together as I do the same shit everyday. It's nice and simplistic, something I need to keep myself centered. Something that has become a part of my routine is texting Killian throughout my day. There's never any hard feelings when I don't respond for hours on end. He just simply picks up the conversation where we left off.

He likes to send a random selfie every now and then, causing my ovaries to nearly combust on the spot. A couple weekends ago he sent one of him and three other men, I'm assuming his brothers, as they all sat together in a nightclub. The text he'd sent with that particular photo had said, "I'd rather be getting that tattoo instead of being here."

And despite my best efforts, I've started to look forward to his texts. I no longer hold off intentionally before I reply to him. Killian also gets brownie points for being a fast responder, I no sooner put my phone away before he sends a reply back. When one of us gets caught up we just wait until the other responds. It's all very casual.

So why am I so nervous this morning? I woke up at like four something and haven't been able to sit still for ten minutes. I got showered, taking my time with my extended routine, before I picked out an outfit. It's unseasonably warm today so I'm sans coats. That entails something cute but not too cute. Just a dash of come get it. A simple tank top and sweats, black and black. I put my hair in a french braid while it's still wet so I can have waves when I let it out later. I do a little makeup, nothing extreme, just some eyeliner and mascara.

After I'm all good with some Hey Dudes on, I get Donnie ready for our day. The shop is officially closed since it's a holiday so I'm taking him along for Killian's session today. Well Killian basically informed me that the office mascot needed to be at his appointment. That the shops Yelp review was depending on it.

With that in mind I pack some toys and my travel dishes for him in a tote bag and then we hit the road. Stopping at my preferred coffee shop I order my usual, a pup cup for the menace in the backseat and a large black coffee with two sugars for Killian. Once we get to the shop I go through the extra motions of having Tello with me before I can actually get started with setting up. After I make sure the back door is locked on all four accounts I get the juke going. Something lively and upbeat- Shaggy It Wasn't Me.

As I bob and weave to Ricardo Ducents voice, rapping along with the song, Donnie runs amuck through the shop. He sniffs at everyone's stations and looks under their desks before deciding to attack his toys that I am now dumping out. I belt out the main chorus on time with the rappers and smile as the song comes to its crescendo, dancing with the music as I get my station prepped.

I jump five feet in the air when a knock at the front window sounds behind me. I turn with a hand on my racing heart, face screwed up with panic. I see none other than Killian Webber through my window, grinning like a fucking mad man. Sighing through my nose at the way my heart is still pounding I make my way to the front door and let him in quickly before I shut it again. Locking it and pulling the blinds on the doors and windows for good measure.

Today's a closed set.

End of.

Killian is watching Donnie tear through his toy selection. Grabbing one, shaking it rapidly, before dropping it for a new one only to repeat the process. That is until he registers the new human in the room, the new male, and visibly reigns in his enthusiasm. He cautiously walks to me slowly before he acknowledges Killian's presence fully. He sits on his butt like a good boy and waits for Killian to extend his hand for him to sniff. Once he does, Tello wanders closer to Killian before he ensues his sniff routine. The way the pup is acting I wonder briefly if Killian has any animals at home. But the thought is quickly forgotten as I look up at Killian.