Chance Encounters

Chapter 1

"Hey Charlie," I leaned onto my elbows on the counter and smiled at the blond making a coffee.

He looked at me over his shoulder and smiled. "Hey Si, what's up?"

Charlie secured a lid onto the now-filled cup of coffee and handed it to the waiting customer with a smile and a "have a good day" before placing his full attention on me. He leaned on his elbows, mimicking my position on the opposite side of the counter from me.

"Not much," I replied, "just passing by and thought I'd pay my good friend a visit at work."

His eyes twinkled with amusement and he raised a single brow. I was always jealous of people who could do that. "Uh-huh," he said. "What do you want?"

"I was wondering if you could cover Ashley's closing shift this Friday." I smiled a mega-watt smile, teeth and all. I'm sure it was more ugly and disturbing than appealing and cute.

"So she sent you to ask me?" He pushed himself off the counter when another customer approached the cashier and took his order. Once he was finished the transaction I spoke again.

"She thinks that since its me she needs to miss her shift for, I should be the one asking you for the favor. Personally, I just think she's scared of asking you for like the tenth time this month."

He sighed dramatically as he prepared the customer's order. Then, he shook his head and looked at me with faux disappointed eyes. I shot him another mega-watt smile.

He sighed again, this time though, the corners of his lips were twitching upwards. "Fine. I'll cover for her. But let her know that she still owes me for the other two times I've covered her and that I'll be cashing those favours in soon."

"Gotchya, thanks Charlie!" I lifted my weight off the counter and bounced on my feet a little. "Oh, I almost forgot. Carlos said he left his drumsticks here? He wanted me to grab them for him."

He nodded to the back of the store, "yeah, they're in the storage closet, you can just go ahead and grab them."

I smiled, "okay, see you Charlie."

He waved as he got back to work, "later."

Bob, the owner of this restaurant was a pretty laid-back guy. As long as his employeesdidn't make him look bad and trusted the people they allowed in the back of the store, he was pretty much okay with whatever they did.

The storage closet was located at the very back of the store in a small hallway, secluded from everything and everyone else. The closet itself was mainly used by bands who played gigs here. It had other stuff too, like towels, stuff from the lost and found that had been there for too long, miscellaneous supplies, and such. The more important stuff was stored elsewhere.

I turned he knob of the door and pushed it open just enough to slide in. I had taken just a step in when a dark figure jumped up and yelled. "Hold the door!"

But it was too late. I had jumped from the scare the figure had given me and had let go of the door in the process. The door slammed shut. 

A/N: so this is my first story here on wattpad, it's a little rough and not much yet, but hopefully you guys like it! I'll probably continue the story based on the reaction the first and upcoming second chapter get :)