City Story

Chapter Two: The Cafe (Delilah)

It wasn't a very busy morning, rather slow, actually. It had been two days since I had met Miss. Main, and was keeping my disposable black flip phone nearby. Last night in particular, I hadn't gotten home. I was passed out in a small base my Squad and I had. It wasn't our main base, but it was the go to small place when we were either drunk or injured. This time, it was an injury. It wasn't anything serious, but enough at the moment to not walk the extra fifteen blocks to my apartment. This small base was a half exploded building, with a single room on the bottom floor slightly in tact. The whole building was charred black, not daring to let another color show. In this room, we laid out a mattress, a small mini fridge filled with water, and a coffee pot. Both the fridge and coffee pot were plugged into a spare generator we had. We usually left it unplugged until we wanted cold water, which was considered a treat. There was a giant hole in the wall beside the mattress, and we sealed it with a curtain that flowed slightly from the breeze outside, slowly letting in some light. I blinked my eyes awake and rolled onto my back. As I sat up, the pain in my shoulder and right ankle returned sharply. It wasn't as bad as it was, but it was reminding me it was still there. Last night, I made a stupid mistake of trying to outrun a Mob with motorcycles, and learned that trying to hop over a metal railing wasn't the greatest option. I twisted my ankle and barely made it out alive, but I was still kicking. After all, I had to stay alive for my interview. The shoulder was just sore from that night with Miss. Main.

Groggily, I stood to my feet and walked towards the coffee pot. I poured in some luke warm water and turned it on. The few coffee packets were kept under the pot itself and white mugs were also kept in the fridge. It only took about five minutes for the coffee to be ready. I poured myself a cup and sat on the mattress. The warm dark liquid was bitter, but it woke me up. I stared into the distance, just letting all my thoughts ease. I was good at blanking out, it was one of my many famous flaws. This particular time though, it wasn't a white screen and no noise. I was honestly thinking about something, and it was none other than Miss. Main. I remembered that night like it had only happened mere seconds ago. I remembered her long light brown hair, that lace white dress with flowers, and I remembered her bark like dark eyes and how they sparkled with innocence and happiness. Thinking about it made my stomach turn, but it was a nicer feeling. She was indeed, extremely beautiful, more beautiful than I had thought. I chuckled to myself at the memory of telling my younger brother, Liam. He was a huge fan of her writing and always had been. I remembered that night, coming home to my Squad and telling him that I not only met the Juniper Main, but even gave her my number. He pestered me with questions while being in awe, shock, and also extremely jealous. I sipped more coffee.

"Knock knock." A voice snapped me back to reality.

I turned to see my older brother, and leader of our Squad, Rex, standing on the other side of the sheet. Rex was twenty, two years older than me, and stood about two inches taller. He had short blonde hair that sat atop his head and swept to the left side of his face, while the sides of his head were nicely shaved. He had noticeable muscle in his arms, but nothing too crazy. His eyes were the color of ocean blue and he has pasty white skin that would blind you in the sunlight. He was wearing casual clothes today, a black t-shirt with light brown shorts and black combat boots. He had a black backpack around his shoulder.

I smiled. "Heya, Rex."

He placed the bag in front of me and began to pour himself a cup of coffee. "I brought over some more casual clothes and stuff for you to get ready."

I chuckled and set my cup on the floor. "How'd you know I was here?"

He turned and pressed his own white mug to his lips. "You weren't at your apartment or home, this was my final guess before killing people."