The Fate

Chapter 2

"Okay Morgan, I'll call your name to let you know your coffee is ready," I say.

He nods his head and I walk back into the kitchen counter were I arrange the orders. I almost forget Ann is absent, under normal circumstances I take orders and she makes the coffee.

I frown when I think of what happened to her hand. From were I stand I can see the spine of my leather notebook perfectly. The counter is white and the color of the red leather stands out from any angle.
I want to know what happened to Ann, but from just analyzing the situation it's simple to deduce that this is the kind of situation that can't be explained, so I just try to ignore the bright red leather sticking from the bottom of the counter. What is she going to tell the nurses  when they ask about her wound? Is she going to lie? Is she going to tell the truth? I don't know that answer myself so I continue to pour coffee on a plastic cup.

I brush my brunette hair off my face and call for one of my costumer's name.

"Morgan!" I shout so he can hear me.

He grins from his table and comes over to the cashier.

"It smells good." He says.

"It sure does," I say while typing the order, "it's going to be 5.50."

He pulls his wallet from the back pocket in his jeans, when he does I say to myself:   This 'Morgan' has very beautiful piercing blue eyes.

"5.50."He says.

I pick the money from the counter and put it under lock.

"Have a nice day," I reply

He leaves with a weak smile, he looked a little disappointed when I was attending him, I hadn't noticed then but his eyes kind of looked sad.
A quick image appears through my head.
He did not leave a tip!

"Hey!" I try to get his attention but he does not look back, "Tips are obligatory," I faintly whisper to myself.

I lean over the counter and try to get a glimpse of him but he is no were to be seen. I'm more than sure that he heard me because when I shouted his name he began to quicken his pace.

I sight and begin to pour coffee for a while and watch as little by little my costumes leave the place, when I'm feel convinced that my last costumes have been attended correctly I slip into one of the tables and begin to scroll through my phone. I receive a text from Ann saying she is okay and that she would go back home instead of coming back to the shop. I smile, I can't believe that I could handle all the work myself, I know that serving coffee and cleaning tables seems like a hell easy job and that anyone can do it. But believe me when I say that it can become a battle field.

I send her a 'feel better soon' and shut my phone off.
It's almost nine when I decide to leave, the red notebook s still laying in the shadows. I ignore it and leave it were it is and I get ready to leave; I turn off the light switch and change from my uniform to normal street clothes.

When I lock the glass doors with the shop's key I notice it's colder outside then usual so I hug myself tight with my coat and begin to walk down the sidewalk, cars zoom pass me but I go at my own pace, slow.

The street has barely any lighting, but I don't get carried away by noises and branches hitting car windows.

"Help," says a voice pleading from behind.

I turn my head to se who is calling.
The same blue eyes from before, ocean blue,this time they aren't sad they are asking for mercy. His shirt is dirty and I can sag the same thing about his pants, his face looks beaten up and has bruises all over his arms.

I run towards him to make sure he isn't worse than what it seems. I grab one of his arms and wrap it over my neck to give him support.

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Hello! I know this is short, I'll make up for it you'll see, but right now I'm heading to NY. Having internet for five minutes has been almost a path from hell. Ha ha. *(This is not edited! Just saying...)

hope you enjoy,

Lily♡

P.S. I was thinking that this story would be better if it were written in third person, what do you think? please leave a comment and vote if you want to know what happens next!