The Unexpected

Chapter 8: Lost...Found

Chapter 8: Lost...Found

I frown in impatiently as I lose track of my keys in my bag. I'm so tired and I can see to find my keys, damn keys. Finally having my keys I reach for the lock of the door that leads to the apartment. I can hear Lucy's steps getting closer just as I turned the lock to open.

"You found your keys before I'm here. Record" she smiled and applaud. I wanted to roll my eyes but instead I just went inside. "Ha, ha, ha very funny. I guess I'm getting better" I joked sarcastically.

I went straight towards the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. "I heard that" she said as I was filling up my glass. "Heard what?" I replied not trying to laugh. I took a sip of the juice and it felt coldly fresh in my mouth. Noting help better than a glass of juice after I hard yet very weird day of work.

Walking back to Lucy after I finish my glass. I sit next to her as she gives me a confuse look from the couch that's she's laying on.

"What happen today Eva? What was all that about?"

I looked at her with a more confuse look. She had worry written all over her face and I didn't even know if I should tell her or not. I shake my head as I struggle my shoulders. "Nothing" I mumble.

"No, I know something's wrong. I know you, you can tell me anything" she said now sitting next to me. I inhale deeply, rubbing the back of my neck, I stare at feet not wanting to see her face.

"I know this going to sound weird but, I swear that what happened at the diner is no lie, no joke and no mistake" I mumble, keeping my head down. She stays silent, letting me know that I could continue.

"I know that what happened is real. I smelled that same scent I've been smelling for days; it's following me everywhere. At first it was in my dreams, then our partment and now at work. The scent is strong and it's strangely intoxicating" I stop to breath, letting air in my lungs. Every time I think of this it seems to gets harder for me to breath, and it's scares me.

"You mean that cinnamon scent you keep telling me about" I heard Lucy say, I turn my attention towards her and I can feel myself getting anxious. I nodded, feeling my hands sweaty.

"I smelled today" I whisper. I felt her hand on my back, trying to calm me down. "Hey, it's ok. Maybe, you know, it was Fabio preparing his famous cinnamon rolls. You love those"

I shake my head repentantly, keeping my eye contact with my hands. "No, no, no Lucy. It wasn't Fabio, you know he only prepares his cinnamon rolls on Wednesdays, not on Sundays" I cover face with my hands, this is really worrying me.

I've tried to find out where the scent is coming from, but found nothing. Sometimes I follow it and it lets me nowhere, that's why today was so weird it's scaring me. The scent was in the diner, but there was nothing there that lead to cinnamon...nothing.

"Evaline, calm down. It must be stress, we finish our semester two weeks ago and right after that we started working full time at the diner"-----I interrupted.

"No, no, no it's not that!" I yelled standing up. "I've smelled that before Lucy, way before...

I pause.

"Before what?" Lucy ask standing up, obviously worried about my expression.

"Him, way before him" I whisper, finally realizing my conclusion. Lucy still has a confuse look, but now it's more than before. I storm out of the living room and head straight towards my bedroom. I instantly opened the door, looking around as I headed to my desk with desperation.