The Attack

Chapter 6-The Shoppe

Trish's POV:

I was sitting in a shoppe with a cup of coffee in front of me. The shoppe was small filled with black leather booths, and tall chairs for the bar-like table. It had many records hanging on the wall. I looked at one which was an Elvis record. A bell chimed-indicating that the door was opened. Two guys both had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. They both also had a tan. They must be from here. I thought to myself.

"Mind if we sit here?" one of the boys asked me pointing to the chairs next to me. "Sure." I say smiling. I had to admit it, they were hot. I hope I'm not blushing. I hate when that happens. I looked back at my coffee and picked it up. I glanced over and began listening.

"So, who do you think commited the crime?" one asked. "I don't know. It looked pretty gruesome though." the other said. "I feel bad for them and what happened." the boy glanced over to see I was evesdropping. "You know if you wanted to get into the conversation, you could have right?" the boy said smiling at me. "What happened that was so bad?" I asked having a feeling of what it was. "There was this condo full of girls and this morning were found slaughtered." one said. They're talking about my condo-my friends. "Oh yeah it sounds bad." I say with a small stutter. "Are you ok?" the other asked. "Yeah it's just that-well that was my condo. Those were my friends." I say softly. "I'm really sorry." they both say together. "It's cool." I say with a smirk. "Oh by the way, I'm Bryant, and that's my best friend Russell." Bryant said. "Sup." Russell says with a nod. "I'm Trish." I say. "So you obviously don't live here." Russell says. "Nope." I say. "Yeah we live here. We both are working on-well I can say your case were scoping it out tomorrow." Bryant says with a smile. "Oh really?" I say thankfully. "Yeah. We can all go together." Russell says. "Sure." I say.