Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 10: Late Night Smoothie

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Back to the grind. It was a few days later and I was at work once again. Thankfully it wasn't as busy and I didn't have to do much. All I did was wipe counters and make some smoothies like I usually did.

We weren't supposed to sit on the job but because it had been such a slow day, I ended up dragging a stool behind the counter to sit on. I was resting my cheek in my hand as I slowly dozed off.

It was getting dark out and there were only about three customers sitting amongst themselves.

Sammy had left because she had things to do around her house and my manager was more than likely sleeping in his office. I was the only employee up front but I didn't really mind.

I had gotten so tired that I inevitably put my head down, resting it on my crossed arms. If anyone had slipped behind the counter and stolen any cash from the register, I guarantee I wouldn't have noticed.

I was slipping in and out of consciousness right where I sat and I stopped caring about where I was.

I faintly heard the bells jiggle on the door and figured that someone had just left. I buried my head deeper into my arms and let out a big breath.

Right when I was settling in, I felt a tap on the back of my head. I quickly snapped my head up and frantically looked around.

I saw Clyde standing in front of me with a warm smile on his face. His features were soft and gentle, welcoming even. Nothing at all like the face who had almost beat a man to death.

I looked around the store behind him and noticed that all of the other customers were gone. It was also a lot darker outside than what it was before I put my head down, and I had no idea what time it was. All I knew was that it was late.

I stretched my body and stifled a yawn as I asked, "What can I do for you?" My work mode was only half turned on as I recited one of the many greetings I was forced to spew at every customer.

Clyde just smiled and said, "You look tired."

I rubbed my eyes and responded with, "Yeah, long day." I had to get there really early and there was almost no business the whole day.

I couldn't help but think about that night at the bar. The way his face and body screamed the word deadly. But looking at him now, it was the complete and utter opposite. His body language and gentle face screamed the word comfort.

"Yeah," he said. He looked around the empty store. "Seems like you have a lot of customers." He smiled at me and it was contagious.

"Do you want a smoothie?" I asked. I got up and pulled out a cup. Before he could say anything, I was already pouring a strawberry banana smoothie.

I put the lid on and slid it over to him. He hesitantly grabbed it and look at the styrofoam cup with a guilty expression.

I flashed him a confused look. He glanced at me and started patting his chest and pockets. "Uh," he let out. "Can I run out to my car real quick?"

"Um," I let out. It confused me as to why he had walked in without his wallet. It was a smoothie bar after all. But I ignored it and said, "No, it's fine. On the house."

He flashed me another guilty expression. "I don't want you paying for me."

I waved my hand dismissively. "They won't even know it's gone." It was true. It wasn't like anyone checked.

"So your not paying for this?" Clyde asked pointing to the smoothie between us.

I nodded my head. "I am not paying for it. And neither are you."

He smiled at me. It was genuine and reached his eyes. "Good," he said as he lifted the straw to his lips. I stared as he sucked through the straw and glanced up at his eyes. He was watching me and I hurriedly averted my gaze, looking away.

He swallowed and said, "Thank you." I nodded my head and we feel into comfortable silence. I just sat and watched as he continued to drink.

As the time stretched I could visibly see him becoming unnerved. Something was bothering him. He was averting his gaze and was looking down at the counter. Finally he decided to speak.

Looking up at me, he quietly mumbled, "I'm sorry." I gave him a puzzled look and he continued. He sat his cup down as he said, "About the night at the bar."

I was taken aback. Why was he apologizing? He was only looking out for me. I owed him. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head slightly and looked down at the counter again. "I just," he let out. His voice was soft and quiet. "I just don't want you thinking that I'm like that."

My brows furrowed together. "Like what?"

He clenched his jaw slightly, struggling to get the words out. His expression darkened as if we wasn't just smiling up a storm just mere seconds ago. An unsettling feeling grew over me for a moment.

He clenched his jaw once more and turned his head away. He was having a really hard time and something inside me wanted nothing more than to comfort him.

I reached of the counter and gently placed my hand on top of his. He looked at it startled and rose his gaze up to me. His hazel eyes resembled ones of a child.

"It's okay," I said quietly. I wanted him to know that I was in no way mad at him for what he did. Was I scared for a moment? Yes. But seeing his innocent face across from me? It had completely wiped away any negative feelings I once had.

I squeezed his hand slightly and smiled. He stared at me for a moment. Almost all of his emotions were wiped away. His eyes dulled for the smallest second. But he very quickly wiped away with a light smile.

He returned the gesture and squeezed my hand as well. It was warm and a little rough. I looked down at our clasped hands and saw the scabs and bruises dancing on his knuckles.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," I whispered back.

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