Evolution

CHAPTER 10 | dog's breakfast

📎A/N. Hello my lovelies..

Next time I decide to try and write two stories at the same time as well as edit two more, someone please shoot me!

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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Joe checked his watch and shook his head. Happy hour was only one minute in. "Struth mate, you are going to find yourself on the sharp end of a divorce if you keep this up."

Darren leaned against the bar and grunted. "In-laws are over for dinner. Just wanted a little Dutch courage to get me through her father go on about how well the other son-in-law is doing."

Joe chuckled and poured Darren a craft beer. At least he wouldn't need to take the man's keys again.

Slowly, the bar began to hum as the regulars and not so regulars filtered in. It was still a tad early for the large crowd he expected later. A local band had been booked to play. The groupies always ensured a bumper crowd.

Ester, one of the part-time barmaids, had just clocked onto her shift when Joe noticed a woman take a seat at the far end of the bar. As soon as she settled on the barstool, her eyes darted around the room as if nervous. From the way in which she attempted to melt into the background, she was going out of her way to remain invisible. Her mousey brown hair, which covered half her face, reinforced the overall impression.

He threw a dish towel over his shoulder and ambled towards the woman. "G'Day, what's your poison?"

Startled, her eyes grew wide, and he heard a sharp intake of breath. Frightened doe eyes swung around to face him. "Um, coffee? Do you do coffee?"

"Coming right up," he said.

Joe poured her a cup and placed it on the counter top in front of her. Her scent told him she was Werewolf. However, for some reason, she was overly cautious.

"You okay, love?" he asked.

She nodded and pulled the cup closer. Joe placed the canister of sugar and creamer towards her. When she emptied the sixth sachet of sugar into her cup, he raised an eyebrow. "Bloody oath! You have a bit of a sweet tooth."

The woman grimaced and said, "Not normally, but lately, I get all sorts of strange cravings." She stopped short as if she'd said something shouldn't have, dropped her head and focused on her cup.