THE ASSASSIN RENDEZVOUS

PART 12 - A THOUGHT OF THE DAY FOR MISSING FRIEND

Thanks to all of you who manage to keep going read my story until this part, it's such a great deal for me that you took your time and willing to go through this with me. Thanks again.

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PART 12 – A THOUGHT OF THE DAY FOR MISSING FRIEND

Friday night still an oblivion for me, if the sun could acted like a moon when it’s came to a full, I was sure that day was the oddest day that Sam could revealed her truly self. A hard-core defenders.

Came to Sunday I was plummeted in my work, an essay that was done a week before but I decided to re-do it and now regreted it why I had to make such a sloppy decision when the due is Moday which is tomorrow, no I mean today. I shouldn’t had trust my guts to change it in the last minute, the last minute because it almost six in the morning and I have a class in eigth. Gosh help me!!

The inevitable occured when the clock ticked at two pass noon when I had to drag my self to the coffee shop for my shift. Somehow I managed to finish my essay on time even I had to struggle when I sent that to my proffesor and still felt that was not a good enough essay. After a couple of classes now my bloodshot eyes more aware to the bright sunlight that shone through a thick trees and even a concrete building, thanks to my dark sunglass my eyes could eased a while before my walked ended in front of the shop.

The sound of tiny bell chimed when I came in, a classic sound that nearly everyday I heard. Monday morning always a busiest time in the shop packed with a students or everyone that need a boost of energy, a caffein shot for the aftermath of long night weekend or an early start for a long day lectures. But at noon I could called it a recess, the customers that filled the queue tone down a bit and the pace of the register desk and everyone behind the counter like a dancing  bee. Bee in the sedatives. Because that time we actually could more occupied with our self task, I mean our personal tasks.

Like right now, I knew that I supposed to came in from backdoor the only entry for employees and my supervisor Mr. Clark there just gave me a ‘wassap’ nod when I strolled in and I couldn’t left him in without a smile, like always.

I put my belongings on the locker in ‘the back room’, the place that we didn’t have to hold our virtue. I put on a maroon waist apron over one piece caramel suit that went upper my knees. I put my ponytail in no time and gone for a quick check over the mirror before I went to the counter ready to take the order.  

I looked at the coffee maker, it was on and always ready to fill a fresh cup of coffee and so I gone to check the stock, coffee beans, sugar, creamers, cups and straws in theirs station and ready to refill it in an instant and then I’d ready to take my position in the counter. I mean I always take the drill very humble, it was like already planted in my system everytime when I do my shift. No need to think to it or take a sweat over it, it just flows.

But not today..the flow was slighty changing, it get started with my heavy head and next a bumpy road ahead. It’s got bumpier even before I manage my first order, it’s when I refill the straws instead to it’s supposedly station, I planted them on to the floor. All the straws happily jumped from my hands to the floor and when I tried to put them back my elbow accidently knocked  over a mug of a freshly-made hot coffee.

“Shit!”

All the clattering sound and the words I that tumbled from my mouth was enough to make a comotions and that’s when Sandy, my co-worker behind the cash register eyed me.