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『 stalker in a suit 』
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EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD Delores hummed a tune as she waited for the coffee, her customer ordered, to brew.
Once the coffee was finished, Delores poured the hot liquid into a cup and then handed it to the person who had already paid.
The person thanked her, then left the café that Delores's mother owned.
Beatrice, Delores's mother, approached her daughter, tapping her on the shoulder, "If you get another customer within the next thirty minutes, I'll let you go to lunch early." her mother smiled at her.
Delores's lips turned upward into a smile— she didn't want to be working, and a longer lunch would definitely help, "Alright."
Delores then was on high alert, as her mother went back into the small kitchen in the back of the café. Delores hoped in her head that someone would come into the place soon, which would send her off to lunch.
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It had been around fifteen minutes, and Delores was antsy since no one had come into the café yet.
Trying to busy herself, Delores put on another pot of coffee, while also organizing the to-go coffee cups.
The moment Delores heard the small bell ring, indicating that someone had walked in, her lips pulled into a small smile. as she turned and began to approach the counter.
The moment Delores saw the customer, her breath hitched, and she froze for a moment. It was some guy wearing a suit, with slightly long black hair.
Déjà vu washed over Delores for the third time that day, but this was the worst she's ever felt it before.
The man furrowed his eyebrows once he saw her, his eyes then slightly widening at the sight of her. His eyes immediately darted all around her, as she stayed about a foot away from the ordering counter.
Neither of them said anything for a moment.
Delores then let out a sigh, trying to swallow down the dizziness that spun her brain around, as she stepped forward, placing her hands on the counter.
"Sorry, um, can I get you anything?" Delores spoke, slightly tilting her head, a light French accent soaking in her words.
The man in the suit eyed her for a moment again, "Phoenix?"
