Between The Lines

Chapter 6

Dedicated to undignified because Ivey is amazing and she has encouraged me so much with my writing.  You're amazing.

I know that it's been a very long time since my last upload (I've been very ill but I'm on the road to recovery!!)  but I want everyone to know that I am most definitely continuing Between The Lines and I am planning on writing lots over the summer- by this, I mean pretty much writing every day apart from when I'm away!

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Also, those of you who have been reading up-to-date, you may notice I changed Marcus' name to Mattie because I realised I named him after a YouTuber and didn't mean to do this.

“Eleri!”  I jumped, blinking as a loud voice hollered my name from the doorway of the café.  Jennifer, already sporting a bright orange Angela’s Coffee House apron, waved happily at me as she held the door open for an elderly woman leaving the building.  Once the woman had passed, she practically skipped through the doorway, grinning at me widely until in a matter of seconds her brightly freckled face was millimetres from mine as she leant across the counter.  “Guess what?”

I couldn’t not guess when her eyes were so clearly full of excitement.  “I’m getting a pay rise?” I joked.

She laughed heartily.  “Nope.”

“You’re getting a pay rise?”

“As nice as that would be, no.”  She took the opportunity to brush her dark brown fringe away from her eyes, where it had obviously been upset in her rush to talk to me.  “Even better,” she prompted, teetering on the balls of her feet with eagerness.

I raised my eyebrows, not an inkling of an idea coming to me.  Undoubtedly, it would be something small and insignificant that she perceived as a delicious slice of information.  Jennifer was one of those people who made the most of the little things in life and she made that blatantly obvious by the way she chose to approach everyone and everything with an unwavering positive attitude.

Hoping to find a clue in the area around me, I scanned the café.  Four tables were taken by old couples.  A businessman was typing furiously on his laptop in a window seat.  A group of small children were chasing each other around two tired looking middle aged women hanging onto cups of coffee like they were their lifeline in a perilous sea.  Nothing seemed out of place.  It looked just as it normally did for my weekly Saturday shift, maybe just a little less busy.  That could be blamed on the gloomy weather, of course.  A constant dark drizzle had settled over the city on Wednesday and it didn’t look like it was going to be budging anytime soon.

“I have no other guesses,” I finally said.

“Haven’t you looked around yourself?” she urged, nodding exaggeratedly at the till.

Frowning, I looked at the till, which was currently unmanned, then turned back to her.  “What? Oh.”  It dawned on me then.  There was something missing.  Where was that buzz of heavy metal I so despised, leaking from headphones that couldn’t soundproof the high volume?  “You mean-”