I looked out through the window kept in the small coffee shop that my mum invested in, pulled my long blonde hair in a pony and pushed my bangs away from my bright blue eyes, and lastly put on my plain black apron that read "grinders" in bold letters.
"Elena, come out and help." my little brother yelled from the cash register, he was only fifteen years old and believe it or not, my mum let him pick the name for the shop.
I exhaled quickly and grabbed my phone to see if I had any messages before I started my shift. nothing yet. I dropped my phone on the desk in the back, and headed out to work.
after hours of trying to stay awake and trying not to forget anyone's orders, the morning rush finally ended and it was soon just me and my little brother, Levi.
"have you heard anything?" I knew who he was directing the question too, I just couldn't seem to form the words in the correct order in my head to finally speak out. so I simply shrugged my shoulders and turned around trying to avoid crying once again this week.
"he'll come around El, I mean its Luke for gods sake! he's better than that." he patted my shoulder then walked to the back room.
I looked up at the ceiling to stop the tears from spilling and I finally ripped off my apron and checked my phone once more for news from the Hemming's family, he had to be somewhere.
I was determined to find him.
