🥀Raven and Wolf🥀

Chapter 5- Him

  In the car, I feel a little jumpy, the nerves I undoubtedly have about being alone with a psycho on the loose, coming to haunt me.

I turn on the radio while I drive, something I don't usually do at all, and preoccupy myself with thoughts of how early I'll be. I'll be the one to open, no doubt. Lili is always late and Kris runs a little late sometimes since she has two toddlers. The fact that I'll be nearly ten minutes early doesn't help either.

Both gates are now manned by a guard a piece, and they open them for me when I approach, something i appreciate considering I hate the retinal scan with a passion. Its always so uncomfortable, with the bright lasers and all.

By the time I get to the diner, its began raining again. I manage to not get too soaked on the walk across the street to get to the diner, seeing as I'm using the emergency umbrella I keep in my back seat, but no matter how hard I may try, I'm still a little soggy by the time I get under the eave of the building.

I'm correct in my suspicions of being the first one here and I have to use my key to unlock the door. Inside is cold and crypt like, all the lights are off and the only lighting is the dreary, gray light from outside.

I switch all the lights on and turn the heater on as well, keeping the open sign off until at least the cook gets here. I go about my daily routine, going to the back to deposit my purse and don my apron. I slip my notepad and some pens into the pocket before heading back to the front.

I brew a couple pots of coffee, one of each variety, anticipating the morning rush and all the old-timer's need for the stuff this early. By the time I get to wiping down the counters, something the night shift should have done but didn't, Murphy comes in.

I'm assault by the smell of Marijuana and body oder when he passes by, looking half blazed out of his mind. He says nothing by way of greeting, just goes to the kitchen.

His arrival is my que to officially open the diner. And after doing so, I go back to cleaning up the tables, another night shift responsibility that's often neglected by the crew.

Kris and Lili aren't here yet, and a glance at the clock confirms that they're both late by going on five minutes. Mentally, I prepare myself to man the diner by myself. But before I can think much of anything at all, the door swings open with a gust of cold air. I glance over and my heart sinks when I see thats its a man rather than one of my coworkers.

"Sit wherever you'd like, I'll be with you in a moment." I do try to sound somewhat inviting, but I'm not sure it works.

I hear the man walk over to some table while I finish up the one I'm working on cleaning. When finished, I grab a menu and head over to the only occupied booth.

I place the menu down, stepping back to ask the usual line that waiters start with. "Can I get you something to drink?" And while I do get the words out, the last is clipped short when I see who I'm serving.

The man, this man, is a few things upon first impression. The first of which is almost unearthly perfect, with thick, pitch black hair that curls slightly and eyes that are so dark they're almost the same color as his pupil. I've heard and read about the expression 'a jawline that can cut diamonds' before but I'd never actually seen one of those in person, until today that is. Normally, I would pin him as a classic Adonis. But...

The second thing immediately noticeable about him is the small inconsistencies with his perfect looks. The small scars cutting through his right eyebrow, above his lip, disappearing into his hairline. All the small white lines hinting at a tendency to fight, or at the very least become injured. Adding an edge to his otherwise too beautiful being that transforms him from someone every girl in a five mile radius would throw themselves at, to someone you would question your safety to be alone with.