the café ✓

chapter eleven♡

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I've been working at the café for a while now, but I wasn't worrying about my job. Sure, people came in and out to eat but I was worrying about Carter. It was the day after I saw him getting abused and he was on my mind. Even my stitches and injuries weren't even on my mind.

He hasn't to come to the café today, but I needed to talk to him. Not about him being abused but just about other things. Like when the meeting for the talent show is. It's been put off for another few weeks and I feel like he would have an idea when it would be. Besides, we were going to audition together but that's if he talks to me soon.

"Hello!" I greet the stranger as they entered the café.

"Hi! Can I have a hazelnut coffee and a corn muffin?" she asked.

"Sure! To go or for here?" I question professionally.

"Here will be fine. I'll go pick a seat," the stranger said while slowly walking over to a chair. The woman wasn't that old or that younger, possibly around her late fifties. I wouldn't blame her, at this time I would like to take a break from life and eat a cookie.

But, what a weird combination; hazelnut and corn. I decided to not judge her order and ignore it as I got it completed. Lucky for her, their was one corn muffin left. I'll have to bake some more tomorrow evening for the other customers that decide to stop by. I took her order to her as she munched away in her corn muffin. The stranger thanked me for my service and payed me while she left the café. I take back her empty plate and coffee mug and walk away from her table.

I head to the back and wash my hands for the millionth time. I put the dish and coffee mug in the dishwasher but I didn't start it since they were the only things inside. I walk back to her table, scrap away the crumbs and walked back to the employee room. I had nothing to do and all the cookies were going to be made tomorrow. I was bored out of my mind and I wasn't allowed to use my phone since it's a 'rule'. Sure, I broke it most of the time, but it was an emergency (ish). As in emergency then I just use it for homework answers. I hear a door chime from the front of the store and someone is here. I rush out of the employee room because I had to know who came in.

It was Carter.

"Hey," I greet as I begin to walk toward him.

"Hi. It's been awhile," Carter said with a small smile. I could tell he was hurt. He kept his burnt hand behind him and I was nervous if he would bring it up.

"Uh, yeah it has. You want anything?" I ask, slowly backing up.

"The usual," Carter answers as he opens up his computer.

He was acting really weird. He had no emotion to his voice and this isn't like him. I shake my head and gather a sugar cookie and his regular coffee and bring it to him.

"What wrong?" Carter asked flat out. I didn't know what he was talking about until I itched my face. I scratched my stitches. I put my hand down and there was some blood on my fingers. Scratches on my arm started to get red around the edges and all I'm think is what a bad time this was.

"Nothing," I answer from across the room as he takes a seat in the booth.

"Wren, you can tell me. It's not like I'm going to tell anybody," He said gently as I placed the order in front of him. I could tell that he was hiding his hand under the table while he was using his other hand to type. Poor kid. "What's wrong with you? You're face, hands and legs. You never wear long pants, it's always shorts. When you handed me my stuff, I saw the scratches on your arms. What happened?" I get up from my seat and realize that this is going to be an ugly conversation. Shit.