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17 | doughnuts with troubles

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The last conventions I had with Allison and Luther made me want to have fresh air, to clear my mind. I decided to go to Griddy's doughnuts.

I walked inside. The place was empty, there was only a man in a suit facing women who work in the restaurant. I walked and sat next to him.

"Excuse me, can I have a black coffee, please." I ordered. She nodded. I looked at the man who sits next to me and gave him a slight smile with a nod.

He returns the smile. "As a suggestion, You must try the doughnuts. They are the best."

"Oh, is that so." I giggled. "What doughnut flavour should I try?"

"Raspberry jelly." He said immediately. And looked at the waitress who just brought my black coffee. And looked at him with an eye filled with admiration.

"Uh, excuse me, can we have a raspberry jelly doughnut?" I asked the waitress. She nodded and gave us the doughnuts.

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third person pov;

Natasha and Hazel talked a lot about themselves, Getting to know each other. Natasha thought that he's an innocent man who obeys his boss to live.

As they were talking, Natasha excused her self and stands up to go the bathroom. When she was walking she saw a woman in a black suit walked in and straight to Hazel.

The blonde Hargreeves looked at The woman with suspicion, she decided to hide and listen to the conversation.

Hazel cough. "Uh..." He stands up next to the women. "is there anything that you might be able to tell us about the night that this place got shot up?"

"Um... Well, I-I mean, I already told the police everything I know. Twice actually." She chuckles nervously. 

Natasha raised her eyebrows in confusion.

"Do you remember the boy from the night?" The woman asked.

"i didn't really notice him, to be honest, uh, him and his father sat right over there." Agnes pointed at the place where both Natasha and hazel sat.

"That most definitely was not his father."

When she finished saying that. Natasha visions moved to number five. She remembered how much did he like this coffee shop.

'What if he's the one who started the shot up?' she thought.

"We're just concerned for his safety is all. It's a dangerous world out there. Wouldn't want anything bad to happens to him."

"Are you with the police?"

"We were hired by his family to help get to the bottom of things. So if there's anything you could tell us, We'd really appreciate it." Hazel told her.

"I'd- I'd really like to help, but I wouldn't know anything about that."

The dark-skinned woman walked back and forth angrily. With hazel giving ages a hopeful look.

"Although, come to think of it, there was one thing." This gets women's attention. "He had a... um, q tattoo on his wrist. I mean, who lets w kid get his tattoo?"

"shit shit shit shit shit." Natasha whispered.

"You mind drawing that tattoo?"

"Sure, I... Yeah, I can..." Agnes pulled out a paper and starts drawing the tattoo. "It was a circle... and... and there was an umbrella."

Because of Natasha super hearing, she heard her say the exact same tattoo details she had on her wrist. She pulled her long sleeve and gaze at her tattoo.

When both hazel and the women walked out of the restaurant, Natasha walked outside her hidden spots. She pulled out money from her pocket, gave it to ages and thanked her.

Natasha texted her sister, Allison. "Hey, Allison, I want you to get everyone home. It's an emergency."