Scarlett

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COVER NEEDED. CAN SOMEONE BE A SUNSHINE AND MAKE ME ONE PLEASE? I'M SHIT SO...

"Has the, uh, has the card gone through yet?" I asked unsure, weary of the fiery gaze the till operator was shooting me.

'Sandy :)' her metal workers badge read, 'Smile Employee of the Month.' Was printed in bold underneath. With a permanent scowl etched onto her face, I have no idea what she did to get that title.

"It's a long order, takes time to process." She snapped back, squinting her eyes at me as if I'd just disintegrate into a pile of dust on the spot.

"Um, okay?"

A whole minute passed, of me just standing there, my eyes following the movements of a very cute chef who was busy working just passed Sandy's' glare. Ash, who was stood beside me, continued to drum his fingers impatiently on the counter top. Sandy, throughout that minute, had focused all her attention on Ashton.

"Is it done now?" I questioned, eager to escape.

"No."

"The screen says 'remove card', and the recite's printed." I leaned over the counter, pointing to the piece of paper emitted out of the little machine.

"Transaction error, I'm going to start again."

Her talons viciously ripped the recite out, before grabbing a pair of scissors and maliciously cutting away at it, a frenzy of savage destruction.

Cowering back onto my side of the table, I shuffled into Ashton's side, who protectively wrapped an arm around my waist. He seemly also worried over the crazed worker.

"How about we just use cash? It was only two milk shakes and a cake." Ash tries to reason, knowing that I won't talk until we leave; safe from physo Sandy.

"Too late, I just put the card in again." She smirked, shoving the card into the respective slot.

"Can't you cancel it?"

"No." She just can't stop can she?

I watched as she absentmindedly began to carve the desk with the blade of the scissors. Each scratch piercing the air like a cry of pain.

A hand tapped my shoulder, making me jump in fright. I turned around to face the offender.

"What's taking so long?" A smooth voice spoke, melting into the air.

The man behind me, had a mess of chestnut hair, with the occasional streak of blonde running through out, tamed by a blue bandana wrapped around his head. The bandana matched the colour of his eyes perfectly; a deep midnight blue with specks of golds swimming within the ocean of colour, glowing as if stars on a clear night sky.

I was so transfixed by his eyes, that I didn't even take into account the ink that littered his tan skin, printed like words in a book, or the seeming obsession with the colour black, as that was all his outfit consisted of. Nor the warn brown leather boots that adorned his feet, covered in scuffs and dirt.

Another scratch of the scissors coming in contact with the counter brought me out of my daze, ending whatever thoughts I had.

"Card problems." I muttered, very well aware of Sandy's listing ears.

He peered over my shoulder, taking in Deans' Diner 'Smile Employee of the Month.'

"What she doing?" He whispered, also disturbed by her antics.

"I don't know, but it's scary." I replied, as I turned back around to the front again. Just in time to see Sandy stab the countertop forcefully, implanting the scissors upright.