Cannibal Jack

[Old concept I made 2 years ago, re-written.]

PART 1.

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Sadie felt her mind floating adrift as she listened to the mellow hum of jazzy café music and quiet buzzing of the lights above. Waiting for new customers was like living on auto-pilot, since she works at a small coffee shop by the name of Conie Oaks pretty late; she just ends up spending her time cleaning.

Sadie's a pale, freckled girl with blonde curly hair, which is always up in a poorly done ponytail.
She looks desperate for a nap anytime you see her.

'I really wish Misty would visit me on the job, this place like, totally gives me the creeps. Wouldn't kill her, would it?' Inner monologuing her frustration, she swipes away at the marble front-counter with a damp cloth.

Just after that thought,
—Ting!
The ring of the entrance door bell knocks her consciousness back in place.
Footsteps begin to click against the freshly-swept wooden floors as they approach the counter.

Her body hops up in a quick startle.
"Ah—, Welcome! What can I do for you?" Setting the cleaning rag aside, she changes her demeanor with a switch of a button.

She scoots herself to the left, closer to the register, comfort fizzing out as soon as she processes who walked in.

A voice jabs from the other side of the counter. Breathy, yet thickening the air with tension. "Hello.. Are you working alone tonight?"

... She tugs her face into a smile, though in complete utter chills by such an abrupt question.
'Great. Generic kidnapper question. Just smile girl, just smile.'

The guy, inches away from the register, seems to look completely rugged.
'Looks like this guy hasn't showered or slept in weeks. Is he damn allergic to water or something?'

He's a tall, pale man with a stained brown open coat and completely beat-up, ruffled undershirt.
A grin, too wide for comfort plastered on his countenance.
His heavy dark circles paired with unblinking eyes makes his visit feel even more unwelcome.
Not to mention the smell of death and rotten meat surrounding him.

He doesn't remove his gaze from hers.

"Uhm.. Err— No, I have my manager in the back... So, what can I get started for you?" Hoping a blatant lie will work, she dodges the conversation entirely. Her palms even begin to get sweaty from the aura emanating off the stranger.
'If I have to deal with something crazy, I'm totally quitting and working at Taco Bell or something. Don't even care.'

"..Heheheh." He chuckles, but then proceeds to abruptly go dead-pan. "I don't believe that at all." His words, cutting like a razor.

"I.. uhm." With a gulp, shes wordless on his response. Before she could formulate a thought, he continues.
"Black coffee it is."
She stands blankly for a moment, registering the material. You could almost see the cogs turning in her head.

Once she finishes wracking her brain, her body stutters a tad before turning around to get a move on.
The stranger, without a word, takes a seat at one of the lounge tables near the window. Which views the parking lot outside. Though, still a clear-shot view of the front counter.

'Yeesh, black coffee? No wonder this guy is a weirdo. Why now of all times do I have to get a run of the mill freakazoid waltzing in?'