Raise The Alarm | BWWM

♛| A WEEK LATER

TWO | a week later.

"JUST LIKE THAT? he just disappeared?" Nirvana prodded her best friend, leaning over to wipe down the tables. Her eyebrows were raised in confusions and shock.

"Yeah," Our protagonist started. "He was all like 'Now you owe me', or some shit like that." She replied to the other dark skinned girl. It had been a little over a week since she had seen the mysterious stranger who somehow knew her name. After she had witness her would-be assailants death, she was to scared to leave her home. It had actually been Nirvana— her best friend of seven years— to drag her out of the house and demand she tell her what was wrong.

Nova fiddled with the drawstrings on her apron, her long forgotten towel and glass cleaner sitting on the cafe's table. She couldn't get the bearded man's pale blue eyes out of her head. The image constantly haunted her, more the sound of the bullet going through her assaulters face.

"I'll see you soon. Real soon, Nova."

She couldn't help but wonder how he knew her name. She had never seen the handsome stranger before, and if she had, surely she would remember those striking blue orbs. Who was he, anyway?

"Did you go to the police?" Nirvana questioned, letting her bum rest on the table she just wiped down. She was an idiot sometimes. Nova turned to her, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"And tell them what? I was walking in the dark at three am and some dude tried to rape me and then some other dude shot the would be rapist?" She babbled, running her fingers through her hair. "What is there even to report?"

Nirvana looked at her and shrugged, making one of her jumbo box braids fall off her clothed shoulder. "I dunno, maybe that there's a man going around shooting rapists?" She paused and Nova raider her eyebrow. "Is...is that even a bad thing?"

Nova thought about it for a second. Would the police even take action? Is there anything to take action on? "I honestly don't know, bitch. I'm still trying to figure out what happened." She sighed, picking up her damp rag. She glanced at the cafe she was working at. It wasn't a bad establishment. It was a small, family owned cafe that gave off that nostalgic feel of home. Unfortunately—or fortunately she really couldn't decide at this point— for her, there was no type of business today. She needed space to think anyways.

"Damn." Nirvana cursed, looking down at her white pumas. "White people." She tsked.

"I'm sayin!" Nova agreed.

"Okay but was he fine though?" She offered Nova her infamous dimpled grin.

Nova felt heat rising to her face as covered her grin with her hand. "He was fucking gorgeous." She admitted, letting out a nervous chuckle.

Nirvana threw her head backwards in boisterous laughter. "I know you fucking lyin'! Cmon, I need details bih!" She exclaimed, discarding her towel. The short female looked down, still covering her flustered grin with her small hands. She turned to her bestie, ready to spill the tea.

"He gave me Thor vibes, except he had brown hair and he just looked so rebellious." She started, biting her lip. Nirvana squealed. "Oh bitch I know that look! You got a little crush or wateva'!" She teased, making Nova even more flustered than she was, if that was possible.

Nova had always been wary and awkward around the opposite sex. She had only had three boyfriends in her life, two of which were in grade school. Heck, she hadn't even lost her virginity yet— which Nirvana made it a point to tease her on all the time. In the eyes of society, maybe she was a prude. Call her childish, but she preferred to wait and find someone she truly loved to make love to. She wanted her first time to be special. It didn't have to be on her wedding night, but that was acceptable too.

"Absolutely not!" Nova proclaimed, laughing. "He was fine, but he still somehow knew my name. That's creepy."

"Oh Nova. We all know the finer a nigga is, the less creepy he becomes."
Nova rolled her eyes at her friend's antics, dropping her hand from her face. "I'm not finna play with you."

"You right, you finna play with that wigga's di–"

"I can't stand you!" Nova giggled, dropping her rag into her bucket. "Guess yo' ass betta' sit," she said, pushing herself off the table. Nirvana stretched her limbs before letting out a deep sigh.

The door to the cafe opened and their boss, Mr. Sanders, poked his bald head from inside the small building.

"Girls, finish up! It's getting late!" His worn voice exclaimed.

The two girls nodded  simultaneously.

"Yes sir!"

Nirvana picked up her bucket, letting out a tired yawn. "Well, I'm off. Empire is back today so you already know what the fuck going down." She said, walking towards the door.

Nova hummed. "Aight. FaceTime me!"

They said their goodbyes and Nirvana walked back inside. Nova sighed and picked up her bucket.

Walking towards the back of the cafe, Nova picked her bag up, preparing to change. A small, slightly crinkled paper fell from her duffel bag, floating softly into the floor.

The short woman looked at the paper in surprise as she picked it up. A small gasp left her lips as she read the paper.

'My darling Nova,'she read in her mind, ignoring the Noel that was scratched out. 'I know what I want from you. Smiley face.'