Occhiolism (#2 in the Hajar Series) [ON HOLD]

six

chapter six - threats

song of the chapter: the only - sasha sloan

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"HE'S BACK!"

FARAH heard the sound of Jen's voice contorted with a giggling as she juggled two trays of pancakes and a jug of coffee. Consequently, upon hearing the familiar phrase that she had whispered after awakening from her many nightmares, she almost dropped the food. Although she knew Jen wasn't talking about Noah, sweat was still gathering on the palms of her hands, making her grip tighter onto the plates. She glanced at Jen once before rushing to place the items down on the table in front of her.

The booth seated a young family, just two men and a small child no older than the age of three. The little boy was giggling at the stack of pancakes as one of his fathers thanked Farah and reached for the syrup. Farah smiled shakily back, but it quickly fell when the boy gazed up at her through his thick, blonde lashes. To anyone else, his eyes could be described as "pretty" but because of their resemblance to a certain someone's, they were far from beautiful. The child peered at her curiously with a gleam to his hazel eyes, and upon noticing how she was staring, she quickly walked away towards another table.

Her fingers were trembling the entire time she refilled a mug of coffee for another customer.

Those eyes...

Was she hallucinating again?

They looked exactly like Noah's.

"Miss."

Her pupils began to melt into the sight of the pouring coffee rather than paying attention to the fact that it was overflowing. She was caught in a daze, a whirlwind of perilous thoughts and every other sound around her suddenly seemed blurred... out of focus.

"Miss!"

Her eyes snapped to the black liquid that was now spilling off the table and down onto the floor. The businessman was watching her with a sharp, blue tinted glare that radiated his frustration as he straightened his tie, "I want my entire meal on the house because of your clumsiness." He snapped.

It didn't help with Farah's embarrassment that the entire restaurant was staring at her.

"Hello?" He bit out, "Are you even listening, young lady? Do you know how much this suit cost me?"

Farah blinked another time before her eyebrows creased together and a frown began to mar her lips. "I'm so sorry, sir." She apologized profusely but it was no use, coffee stained his black dress pants and white button-up shirt. The rich brown colour was mocking her own mistakes and clumsiness.