Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ғᴏᴜʀ: ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ

I love this artwork so much. I don't know the author, and tbh this doesn't have anything to do with this chapter, but it just makes me sad-happy. Hope you like it as much as I do <3

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"You really like coffee, don't you?"

Ethan's question barely hit the girl's ears as she stared longingly at the cafe's menu. After falling asleep yet again at the office, Ethan had made her go with him to get some more coffee as they waited for the final search results from the police officers. It had been about three hours since Ethan had called them, and she hoped that they were there looking. After all, who knew how long it would take?

"It's my favorite meal." She joked, nudging the boy in the side. He laughed, sensing the ridiculous claim in her sentence.

"C'mon, (Y/n). You're always talking about being 'healthy'. Whatever happened to that?"

"Coffee is the only thing that makes me move, pal." She replied, grabbing him by the forearm as she ran up to the now open cashier's counter. The woman behind the counter seemed to be in about her twenties or so, long dark brown-black hair, and a pair of glasses sat on her face. Her name-tag read 'Kathryn'.

"How can I help you?" She asked, a small smile gracing her plump face. (Y/n) smiled back.

"Good morning! I would like a large hot chocolate with whipped cream and a medium (favorite hot cafe beverage)."

"Sounds great for a morning like this."

The girl behind the counter quickly rang up the order before letting the two know that it would be about a five-minute wait. When they were ready, they would call out the order. (Y/n) nodded, hurriedly searching for a booth to sit at. She found one in the very back corner and raced to it, as she spotted the morning rush coming through the door. Ethan quickly followed her there, taking a seat across from her.

"Ah, thanks for telling me about this place. I don't know why I've never seen it before."

"You've just become complacent with your old cafe. To be honest, their stuff isn't even that good," He teased, raising an eyebrow at her as she gripped her hand into a fist on the table.

"You better take that back..." She threatened, a playful look on her countenance. The boy laughed.

"Or what?"

"You'll see if you cross me." She countered, leaning back into the booth that she was seated in, "Trust me, Nestor. You don't want to be on my bad side."

He held his hands up in defense as he smiled at her, "Alright, alright. I take it back."

She nodded at him, "Good choice."

"So, how do you think the search is going?" He asked, leaning onto the edge of the table. (Y/n) shrugged.

"I'm not so sure. I have a buddy on the team, but I don't want to disturb him right now if they're doing this for me."

Her mind echoed the words that Celine had screamed at her before she was thrown out of the courtroom.

"You have no idea what will happen! People will be killed!"

The woman's words sent a chill down her spine, and she could feel her intuition scream at her to just leave the property alone. Unfortunately, that wasn't a decision for her to make. The city of Los Angeles already had a contract with her. If she lost that partnership, there was no telling how much money her firm would lose as a result. Luckily, she was kind of her own boss, but it didn't stop the weight on her shoulders from getting heavier.