Hopelessly Devoted ~ Garroth x F!Reader

Ch 78: Last Night

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: Last Night
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Zoey's POV:

*PART OF A SEPARATE PLOT AND COMPLETELY UNEDITED* *continuity errors beware*

Out on my porch, I waited to for Aaron to pick me up for a family breakfast.

  Last night was still left unexplained. ____ and I have got some business to discuss over a very large helping of breakfast at a new diner that had just opened up down the road. A breakfast that she may or may not be expecting me at.

She meets up with Aaron for breakfast every Monday, so he invited me to come along and help him figure out what's going on with ____.

Eventually, a few houses down, Aaron ventured up the sidewalk. It felt like it had taken an eternity for him to pick me up.

"Aaron!" I shouted with glee.

"Zoey!" Aaron mocked me with jazz hands.

I folded my arms over my chest. "If you hadn't taken so long . . ." I mumbled justification for myself.

"Yeah," he agreed, "there's construction going on a little ways down the road, by the way."

I huffed. "You're forgiven just this once."

   While walking down the street, we turned a corner and I saw the pillars and frameworks of new buildings. Just a nanosecond later, a bucket went rogue, flying off of the top of a platform and two feet behind Aaron.

"That was a close one," he said with wide eyes, sidestepping away from the hazard.

These 'construction guys' need to get a grip. They could've killed an innocent person. At least I think Aaron's innocent. I'm still deciding if he has ever murdered anyone or not.

When we got to the little deli, it was unmistakably quaint— a chalkboard scribbled down with the specials in cursive pink handwriting, a long counter with cushiony black barstools, and some booths off to the sides. The walls were coated in light blue retro tiles matched with large central windows.

          "____'s not here yet," I pointed out.

Aaron shrugged. "She said she'd meet us here. She'll probably show up in a minute. It's not like her to pass up any opportunity that has to do with food."

He was probably right.

So, while we're waiting, I decided to ask around this new breakfast bar about Azura, but there isn't any recollection of her. Nobody really knew Azura to begin with. Those who did didn't even know she was visiting. But I guess these are the results I get for asking the townsfolk.

Some guy with a slumped disposition and hands dug deep into the pockets of a black hoodie stalked through the front entrance. When the legs of the chair he pulled out from under the back corner table shrieked across the tile, he winced.

He looks young. Maybe he knows something. I giddied myself over to his table, leaning on the surface casually. "Nice party last night. You were there, right?"

The look the stranger gave me was pure confusion. ". . . No," he answered slowly, his dark eyes narrowed, then cleared his throat. "You're on my menu."