Tamed (Ereri)

Chapter 6

By the time I get to work I'm 30 minutes late and trying to slip through the door without getting caught.

"Eren why are you just getting here!?"

'Shit, of all the people who had to see me why dud it have to be him'

"Look Jean I'm sorry for being late but yesterday a lot of stuff happened and it took a toll on me, but look-"

"Save it Eren, it's almost time to open up so go get to work."

Once out of earshot I let out a sigh of relief along with a few bad words that shouldn't be said.

Any other time he'd chew me out worse about being late, but I guess I got off easy.

"Hey Eren, late again I see."

"Stuff it Sasha"

"Oooooooo someones in a bad mood."

Instead of talking I just give her a eye roll and put on my apron.

'Idiots will be idiots.'

So without arguing with one I go straighten up books and before I even get to the second shelf people start to walk in.

Why people come this early I will never understand.

I'll also never understand how their able to pick up five books in less than a minute, but without a second thought when I hear the bell I go do my job and head to the register.

"Hello, did you find everything okay?"

The daily routine here never changes and always stays the same.

Sometimes I even find myself set on autopilot just like today because working here doesn't hold my attention for long.

However, the mind can be a dangerous place where forbidden thoughts can emerge.

Sometimes I wish I could find something to hold my attention just for once while here.

Life isn't that kind though.

So it goes without saying that even though the clock ticks in its normal rhythm against the beige faded wall. Time moves slow and ridicules me until my break.

Where I'm found starving and my mind is still betraying me.

I'm praying and hoping that at least my growling stomach will get its act together.

Lucky for me I know a cafe within five minutes of walking.

I realize I make it within at least three though when I hear the ringing of the silver bell above the door announcing my arrival.

It's a comforting sound that me and my stomach welcome wholeheartedly.

I make my growling beast feel even better though when I go to order my usual, a grilled cheese sandwich with a frappe with a shot to get me through the rest of my shift.

"That'll be $7.20 sir."

Digging into my back pocket I quickly find emptiness while panic and devastation fill me.

'Fuck my life has never been more of a understatement until now.'

So when an irritated look is well gained from the barista, and cancellation of order is given I walk out no longer feeling the comfort I once felt from the bell.

The only thing I leave with is a panicked and a filtered mind of past memories trying to think of where my damn wallet is.

Doesn't take long though to solve the mystery of the missing brown wallet.