You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

Heavy Hands.

I unlock the doors to the coffee shop, and throw my apron on and start getting the coffee brewing in the pots.

"Hey Lindsay, you're here early!" Cheerful Liz exclaims.

"You are too," I say.

She giggles and joins me at the counter.

I go to the back and put the pastries in the oven, and set a timer on my phone.

The morning goes by in a blur, and on comes the afternoon. Sunday afternoons are always the most busy time throughout the whole week. It's time for lunch breaks, church ends, and teenagers are needing out of the house.

Waves of people begin lining up at the register to be waited on. Everybody behind the counter is working really fast trying to get everybody their coffee, and making sure they get everybody's money.

I head back over handing somebody a piece of pie and a cappuccino. I get ready for the next person adding the cash into the register and asking what they'd like I take his order without looking at his face.

I make my way to get his coffee, and scurry back to him. He hands me his money, and I give him his change, I give him his coffee I look up at him, and I stop dead in my tracks.

It's Austin... Austin Carlile.

Tears start rolling down my face, he looks at me with a worried expression.

"Are you okay?" He asks

"You're... You're... Austin Carlile. You saved my life..."

He smiles, and reaches over the counter and hugs me, "stay strong darling" he says and begins walking away.

A huge smile forms on my face as I take the next persons order. The rest of the day goes by in what seems like just an hour or two when in reality it was 10 hours.

I locked up the shop, and began running home. I am always afraid something bad is going to happen when I walk home alone at night. I never have a good feeling about it.