19 year old Belle lives a simple sweet life and could never be happier. That is until one day in a coffee shop she finds herself admiring a rather dark character who strikes her curiosity. What began as a few harmless photos from afar quickly turns...
When i got into work i pulled on my apron and went behind the register. Luckily I work the night shift so I barely get any customers cause nobody really wants coffee at 8:00 so I just sit and draw.I remembered i wanted to draw the man from the cafe but i don't think i got a good picture. I couldn't hurt to look. I pulled out my phone out of my bag and opened my phone to find it. To my surprise i actually caught a very good photo.
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I pulled out my sketch pad and started working on the portrait. It was remarkable how many details his smile alone contained. The piercings and tattoos complemented them almost perfectly. It really is a shame i never got to formally meet him. Although I am rather awkward and shy so he'd probably never notice i exist unless i pulled the same crap i did back at the cafe. When it was complete I put it back in my bag and used my phone to play music. After a while of endless boredum i started wondering if we would even get any customers. It wouldn't be the first time and i m the only one working tonight so i'm sure he wouldn't mind if i closed early. Just as i was about to untie my apron the front door bell chimed and signaled for a customer. As they came around the corner my working smile disappeared a bit and instead i started to shake a bit. It was the man from earlier. He looked as though he wasn't shocked. I mean i would be if i just met the weird girl who took a photo of me without asking.
"W-Welcome to Sky Cafe what can i get for y-you." I said with a lump in my throat hoping he wouldn't mention earlier.
He didn't say anything. The uncomfortable tension in the room made me feel a bit unsafe. After practically studying me for a moment he took a step closer to the counter. The next thing I new, he was climbing over the counter. I stepped back as far as possible but was stopped when the back of my legs hit the table. He took a step closer leaving only a few inches between us. Most people would be panicking and begging for their life but I took this chance to read his face a bit better up close. His jaw was strong and firm yet the shape and shade of his lips softened his appearance a bit more. He leaned down only an inch from my face and then pulled out my phone from my back pocket.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
I realized I had never put a lock on my phone. I waited patiently as he glared at the screen while tapping away. Maybe he's putting his number in it? Although knowing myself i'd be too scared to ever text him or call. I have no right to judge and say he only wants one thing because i don't know him. Or maybe he's looking for the photo that i oh so discretely took at the cafe earlier to delete it. After a minute or two he put my phone back down on the counter and stared dead into my eyes.
"If you know what's good for you you'll keep your distance from men like me." He said in a deep slow British tongue. The next thing i knew he was walking toward the door and i decided to speak right as he opened the door.
"And if I don't?"
He turned around and faced me with a confused glare.
"If I don't keep my distance from guys like you? What will happen?"
"You won't like what will happen."
He left the cafe leaving me confused and very curious. Perhaps i'll take his advice and maybe i won't. After all I've been one to walk away so easily when my curiosity has been stricken. No matter the danger.
After work I got together a small box with all of the left over pastries to give to Mrs.Juliet. She was the sweet older lady who lived across from Jessie and I. As I was walking, I couldn't shake the feeling i was being followed. I pulled up my hood to cover myself till i got to her porch and knocked on the door. She came to the door and greeted me with a warm smile and a hug.
" I cant stay and talk but i hope you had a great day ma'am. Ill come by and see you in the morning." I said while quickly handing her the bag and giving her and other hug. I headed back across the street to my house where i could finally feel safe again.
"Jesse, I'm home!" I shouted. On my way home I was contemplating if I should tell her about what happened at work. But knowing her, she would try and act like my mum and tell me to stay away and probably get a restraining order or get him arrested which was the last thing I wanted so I chose not to.
"Good! " she yelled out from across the house. As i was kicking off my shoes, I heard a weird squishing sound. I looked up to find Jessie covered in soap suds and drenched in water.
" Did you try to give pudge a bath by yourself?" I asked. Pudge was Jessie's sisters puppy. We were dog sitting for her while she was out of town and luckily she would be back tomorrow.
"I thought it would be easy."
" Well by the looks of it, it wasn't."
"No, obviously not. But he's somewhat clean now so I can finally sleep. Dinner's on the table and goodnight." She retired up the stairs toward her bedroom.
With my focus set on other things, i decided to skip dinner and go straight to my room. I pushed open my door and walked through my beaded curtains straight to my bed and threw off my bag. Before I started working, i wanted to get comfortable. I peeled off my shirt and my pants then threw on an over sized flanal. My attention was caught when i heard a loud noise coming from outside my window so I walked over to it and stuck my head out to see what it was. Oddly i didn't see anything off. Then i noticed a black range rover with dark tinted windows parked across the street. I had never seen that car before and i know i may have been overthinking it but it felt really suspicious. I shook the paranoid thoughts out my mind and went to my bed. I sat down and pulled out my phone and my sketch pad. I went straight to my photo gallery and sadly noticed the photo was gone. He deleted it. But he had to have done more cause that couldn't have taken as long as he did earlier. I went to my recent messages and there weren't any new ones. Then to my call log and i found it. A new unfamiliar number called at the time he was at the cafe. Maybe it was his number? Should I message or call it? Or ignore it all together. As i was contemplating my future actions a familiar sound rang through my room. I got a message.
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