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"Oh, shit!"
Violet looked at me. "What?"
I patted my jean pockets, then began fumbling around my leather jacket, giving it a good shake so that my lighter, a black koki and a crumpled piece of paper all fell out into my lap.
Violet asked, "What're you looking for?"
"My phone." I facepalmed. "I think I forgot it back at the caffé."
Violet stared for a moment before laughing at my expense. "Niiiice. Only your most important possession left behind for anybody to steal."
I stuck my tongue out at her like a five year old and stood up, dusting off all the flaky green grass. "Do you mind if I go back and see if it's still there? You could wait here if you want."
She shook her head. "No, I'll come with you."
By the time we reached the quaint little building with its neon pink sign and ivy laced windows, the place was packed. People lined up outside the front door, talking and bristling, while waitors and waitresses hurried back and forth between tables through the windows.
It made sense, seen as it was 1pm. They were all probably stopping off for lunch and this resteraunt happened to be most popular.
"Hold on, let me go inside and fetch it," Violet offered quickly. "They know me. That way you won't have to que."
I agreed sheepishly, beginning to feel like it was a bit of a lost cause. Free iphone six abandoned on a random coffee table? Probably gone.
At least, I consoled myself, nobody would be able to figure out the password and scroll through my camera roll, which consisted mainly of wierd selfies taken at every angle imaginable, candid shots of the band, batman fanart and all my drawings.
That would be sort of embarassing.
Not to mention all my contacts. Can you imagine what would happen if somebody leaked Vic Fuentes', Kellin Quinn's and Oli Sykes' cellphone numbers?
I waited in the bustling parking lot while Violet disappeared behind the tall glass windows, her platinum blonde head visible through the crowds.
I must have been standing there around a minute before somebody grabbed my arm.
I jerked in surprise and whirled to see a girl of around nine years old staring up at me with wide urgent eyes. "I need your help! Please!" Her small face was scrunched with terror, tears brimming her oval shaped eyes. "My brother's hurt and nobody will -!"
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Where's your brother? Can you take me to him so I can help?" I spoke kindly and calmly, trying to reasure her.
The girl nodded quickly, blonde ponytail bobbing up and down, and took off across the parking lot, weaving her way between people and cars.
I sprinted after her around the back of the caffé, down a ruined flight of stairs and into a narrow side alley.
I jolted to a stop, looking around in a mixture of confusion and frustration.
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