Pete's POV
From a very short conversation with Brendon, I had already found out who Patrick Stumph was and where he worked; my mission was 10 % completed. Next step: going to Starbucks.
I made my way into the warm bar, looking around, to quickly found a free place where I could sit.
"Would you like something, sir?", a waitress asked gently.
"Um... yes, please, an iced coffee."
"Sure", she answered and quickly moved to a small, dark room which I suppose was a sort of kitchen. She returned with my order, but before setting it on the table, a guy accidentally hit her, causing her to split the coffee.
"Patrick, what the hell are you doing?! Be more careful", she whispered through gritted teeth. My heart jumped in my chest when I heard that name.
"Oh no, sorry... here, I...", he mumbled, showing a panicked look, and bent down to clean the pavement. The waitress gave him a death stare and then marched to another table.
"I'm so sorry, sir", Patrick apologized before handing me the cup.
"It's fine", I reassured him. Trying to be his friend and looking as a nice person could help me to complete the mission in less than five days. He gave me a soft smile and thanked me.
"No problem... Stumph? Patrick Stumph?"
"How do you know my last name?", he stuttered with wide eyes.
"I'm Brendon Urie's friend; told me a lot about you."
"Oh", he blushed "Well, nice to meet you, Mr...?"
"You can call me Pete", we shook hands "Nice to meet you, too"
"Well, I gotta go back to work; you know... I'm very busy when Starbucks is full of people."
"Of course; see you later."
"Later?"
"Yeah. If you wanna come to Brendon's house with me..."
"Oh... sure! So... yeah, see you later."
Hah, he's so naive. There's no way this mission can be harder than the others.
I drank my coffee and then waited for Patrick to show up, but after ten minutes he was still nowhere to be seen; I quickly crept into the "kitchen" to find it empty. I was about to go back when I suddenly felt a movement coming from a corner; then I saw a shadow. Curious to know who it belonged to, I got closer and realized it was Patrick's shadow. I had no idea what he was doing, but it wasn't important; I stared at him, trying to analyze every single part of him and save it in my mind.
Shit. I forgot to bring a notebook.
I mentally slapped myself for being so damn stupid and stumbled backwards as Patrick turned his head. He had seen me anyway, though; I tried to act normal: "Are you done?"
"Um... yes, I'm, uh... I'm coming", he muttered, his eyes flashing with horror. I found his reaction a bit strange: he didn't expect me being there, but he looked like he had something to hide.
Well, at least I wasn't the only one who had secrets.
*Author's Note*
OH MY GOD, guys, you are amazing! I didn't expect to get votes, comments and views soon! Thank you all so so so much. And sorry for the short chapters, but I'm doing them short on purpose for two reasons
1) I can update more often
2) It's still very hard for me to write in English, if I wrote a 1000 words long chapter, it would take me AGES!
I hope you understand c: thanks a lot
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