Eyes of Heaven - Spirit Bound (Hiatus.)

1. Deal With the Devil (1/4)

Let it be known that (Y/N) had tried talking to a therapist after all the strange things that had occurred to her. The last straw was when she had met the man in the suit in her dreams, and offered to rule the world with him.

About a week had passed, and the partly cloudy skies showed mercy to the people who walked along the pavement outside in a Thursday morning. It looked like a normal day for everyone, seeing that the same people passed by, the same cars drove off, as well as the usual regulars who stopped by for some coffee or a small breakfast at the diner. It would be easier if said routine were exact in time, (Y/N) would take that into an advantage to use it as an excuse to call her life insane ever since those dreams (or were they?) had haunted her since.

The fact that she had no roller blades and psychological twisted dreams hindered her work.

"I wouldn't complain about a cute boy kissing me out of nowhere," One of the waitresses, Janna, grinned at (Y/N)'s complaining. Janna had soft, shoulder length blonde curls and bright pink eyes. She was chubby, and when she smiled, it made her look adorable and fluffy, comparable to that of a stuffed vanilla cupcake. Her voice was like a lark, high and cute. "Honestly, I've been craving affection, and my boyfriend is being a jerk about it."

"Dump him." Another waitress, Koraliss, immediately suggested as she was washing the dishes. She was slim, sporting messy, brunette waves of locks that was tied up into a ponytail. She had smoky grey eyes with fluttering lashes that stuck out from her toffee skin. She had a Hispanic accent, raspy and sweet.

The three women were out in the front line for the morning until afternoon.

The diner was nearly empty at this time, and with the small amount of staff available (and in general - there were thirteen, including (Y/N) herself), conversations and gossip was fair game.

"Ugh..." (Y/N) groaned as she slid over and leaned against the counter, finished organizing the stacks of menus and checks, as well as cleaning the tables. "My therapist suggested I stop taking naps and actually go to bed. But I can't! I have rehearsals that last until 1 AM!"

"At least you have somewhere to go, because honestly, I'm thinking about living here and hanging out with the night shifters." Janna continued to sweep up the tiles.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Jan? That boy isn't worth your time, and he's a large red flag." Koraliss eyed her coworker worriedly, then to (Y/N). "(Y/N), darling. Tell this poor baby girl to dump her disgusting boyfriend."

"Is... is he hurting you?" (Y/N) didn't want to be too invasive of Janna's privacy.

"Emotionally he is..." Janna replied, looking away as she gripped the broom in hesitancy. "I-I don't know at this point. He goes away for a long time, comes back, and then treats me like I killed his mom or something. But I don't want to leave him alone, I love him still..."

(Y/N) gave a pained expression, seeing that she had accidentally triggered possible experiences - Janna was turning red and she was about to cry. "That's awful--"

"Dump him!" Koraliss repeated once more, yelling. Janna flinched at the sudden yell.

"Dump who? Y'all best be watching yourselves before y'all get dumped out in the street with that unnecessary tea." Takeru, nicknamed King, had come out of his office to grab a cup of coffee - he was the assistant manager. He had a button up with the sleeves rolled, along with a pair of slacks. Messy auburn hair and a tired expression with a five-o clock shadow, he looked ready to pass out for a young adult. "(Y/N), you know if I catch you sliding in here, your paycheck will have money slide out."