One Day

One Day - 2

I yawned, walking into the coffee shop, my eyes immediately landing on the. Something about today screamed 'different'. I watched as people stepped closer to the counter. Granted, it was just past ten am, but some people have late starts. I smiled kindly at the cashier, placing my order. I was just going to head back to my empty apartment. I hated that apartment. Mike left and took the good memories with him.

I stepped away from the counter after paying, leaning against a nearby table. Surprisingly, there was an empty table. Pulling out my phone, I began to rotate through the same three apps I spend much of my time on. The first thing I saw was a picture of Dennis. The guy I used to know. Something about seeing him smiling and happy... that's not him.

Before I knew it, I was subconsciously somewhere else. There was a single light on within a white room. Couches, an entertainment stand, as well as a coffee table made the room homely. Drinks stay between the two of us, a Long Island for him and a Rum & Coke for me. Scream was on TV and the screams from victims didn't bother us, even when people died brutally. We were comfortable, even when I just got back from the United Kingdom.

"You okay?"

I smiled. "Yeah, this is just so... cliché, but it's entertaining."

"Hmm?"

"Yeah, it addresses all the horror tropes, but it's not over the top, you know?"

He agreed, watching me before looking back to the TV. I checked my phone for the time, sighing. 1:30. It was late. A few minutes after the episode ended, I grabbed the game remote, hitting back and going to the browse.

"I really should get some sleep..."

"Well, that's up to you."

"I start work again tomorrow."

"I know..." He paused. "We can stay up as late as you'd like."

"Okay, well, I think its bedtime." I laid down on the couch, hearing him stand up from his chair.

"If you say so." He walked back into the living room, shoving his hands in his jeans. "Did you want my bed?"

I smiled softly. "No, I'm not going to take your bed."

"But I washed everything for you."

"I'm not going to take it."

He nodded. "Did you need anything else?"

"White Raspberry Hot Chocolate?"

I looked up from my hands, only to see a man step up to the counter. With a black top hat on, I watched him pick up his cup, the voice I knew thanking the woman behind the counter. I looked down at my fingers, unlocking the only distraction I have. The last thing I wanted was to confront him. When he fell off the radar...

"Breana?"

I looked up from my phone, forcing a smile as he stood in front of me.

"Hey, Bre!"

I gulped, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "Hey."

"What have you been up to?"

I shrugged, looking over at the counter. "I've been working. I've got a full schedule, now."

"That's great. That's nice to hear."