Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

51

LUCAS

The notebook in front of me looked like any other notebook.

It looked expensive, with its leather bounding and gold trim... but still it looked like any other notebook apart from that.

I sighed as i put the object down in dejection. What could Micheal be telling me?

I decided, after a further hour of staring at every page, that i would give myself a break. I chucked the notebook on my bed, grabbed my coat and keys and walked out of my flat.

I exited the building and headed straight to the local coffee shop.

When i pushed the door open i was greeted by noise. People fretted about as they decided what to order and business people were sat on tables typing on laptops.

Overall, the atmosphere was a welcome change to the silence of my frustration in my flat alone.

After waiting a few minutes, i reached the front of the queue and put in my order of a shaken espresso. I needed all the energy i could get if i was to stay awake and figure out Micheal's message.

After i collected said coffee i decided to walk around a bit. I hadn't spent much time in town considering i had been living in the area for almost two weeks.

I passed by a library and i glanced through the window as a volunteer read a story to a group of young children, i then kept walking as i passed many boutiques and flower shops.

I made a mental note to shop here for Mums birthday gift next month.

I looked through the windows of every store before i decided to go inside a small business that contained handmade goods.

As i entered the shop, the bell chimed and alerted the woman behind the counter that she had a customer.

She smiled at me and i took the last sip of my coffee as i realised she was going to be a handful.

"Hi there, welcome to Clara's Creations... I'm Clara" She says with a snort

I smile at her, slightly surprised, however I continue to just look around and i try to ignore her ever looming presence behind me.

I pick up a makeup pouch that looks hand made. It has a lovely warm brown outside and its inside is-

"Pink! Would you believe! I put pink... inside" She says with another obnoxiously loud snort laugh.

I just smile, awkwardly as i put the pouch down and move on to look at another item.

I come across a range of soaps that clearly look-

"They're all handmade" Clara says, closely, over my shoulder "Each one has a different scent, i made them myself" she says "But i bet you already knew that due to the shop name" She laughs, loudly "You know... Clara's- my- creations" She finishes with a snort as she gestures to herself

I nod as i move onto look at the pens, growing increasingly more irritated by the second.

"These were made by me as well. Oh! Aren't i stupid for reminding you I'm sure you knew that... silly me" She says with a snort

I decide I've had enough and i turn to her

"Clara-" I start, trying not to sound angry "Do you maybe have a bin you can put this in... i just want to enjoy looking at your creations and holding this is restricting me" I say as i hold up my coffee cup

"Of cause!" She says, quickly "I will go and put it behind the counter" She says as i hand it to her and smile, graciously

Without her hovering over my back i look at the stationary section in peace.