Invisible

Chapter 5

Violet had left the house quickly after she had yelled at Rennan, not bothering to finish her breakfast and quickly changing into her uniform for work and rushing out of the building. She was getting closer to the café she worked at and she walked slower as she started to think about Rennan. 

Violet looked at the intricate design on her wrist and cringed. Rennan was stuck with her until they found a way to either break the contract or they solved her problem. Part of her was telling her to break the contract, but another larger part of her was telling her to keep Rennan around for a while. 

She was sure that there was a way to break the contract and let Rennan go back to the life he was living before she had forced him to come help her with her curse and pretend to be her friend. Violet sighed as she reached the back doors of the café and shook her head to clear her mind, absentmindedly tugging her sleeve down to cover her tattooed wrist. She pushed open the door and quickly walked into the kitchen of the café. 

She slipped her apron over her head and twisted her hair into a bun when the owner of the store called into the kitchen, "Who's back there?"

Violet knew that the old man she worked alongside was the only one in the establishment that could actually remember her. She sighed as she walked through the kitchen doors and into the main dining room. 

Her boss, Karissa, was a strict woman well into her 40s, and was sitting at one of the tables doing paperwork. "Who the hell are you?" 

 "I work here ma'am." Violet stopped in front of her and looked down at the floor. 

"Are you new?" 

"No ma'am." 

"I don't recognize you." Violet struggled to respond, her mind racing to produce a response that would make sense. 

The kitchen doors swung open behind her and she turned around to see a smiling old man walking through the doors. "Violet! There you are!" 

"Hi Thomas." Violet smiled and waved at him as he walked through the door. 

"Thomas, does this girl work here." Karissa asked coldly. 

Thomas smiled at her and nodded, "Of course she does, she's been working with me back in the kitchen for quite a while now." 

Violet didn't say anything as they spoke, and startled when Thomas's hand fell onto her shoulder. "Come on Violet, I need your help with some muffins before we open." 

Violet followed Thomas into the kitchen and exhaled as soon as the doors closed behind them. "Thank you," she said, "I didn't know if I wanted to put up with that for any longer." 

"Oh you would've been fine, remember that time I was on sick leave and she forgot about you, you managed to convince her you worked here!" Violet laughed, "Yeah, after two hours of combing through my paychecks and her bank statements," she scoffed, "I never want to do that ever again." 

Thomas laughed and patted her on the back, "Hopefully you won't have to do that anymore before long." 

Violet turned to him with a questioning look on her face, "What do you mean by that?" 

"Oh nothing," Thomas shrugged, "Just and old man's intuition." 

 He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl of dough and placing beside her, "Now get to work and bake some bread, the morning crowd won't make it themselves." 

She looked at him strangely before turning to the dough and getting to work. A few minutes later she had placed the last loaf of bread in the oven and stood back, setting the timer for when she would have to take it out.