It Was Only a Text

Step One

A/N: Thank you for the follows and favorites. I felt so moved I decided to post another chapter this week.

~So what's to fear 

when everything 

is crystal clear?

You realize 

that you should do the things you want to do~

~Adema~

My alarm blared, waking me up at 1:00 PM. I sit up, feeling my spine pop. I moved to the restroom to get ready for the day. Bladder empty, and teeth brushed, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I'd fix my hair later, for work.

I moved into the small kitchen and made a bowl of cereal. Plopping down onto my hole-covered couch, I grabbed the remote and turned on the television. I watched the news and ate. It felt like it was the same every day. The city seemed to be going to hell. There was a guy, who used to be a doctor, going around and gassing people. He called himself the Scarecrow, and wore a burlap mask. I shivered at the thought of running into him.

Overnight, a Jewelry store had been robbed. They found a Joker card. They flashed a grainy photo of the man and his painted face. He had a gang of men who wore clown masks. What was this city coming to?

I finished my cereal and I turned off the TV, making my way into the shower. Ah, the start of a new day.

By 7, I was at work and miserable. It was Monday, one of the slowest days. I had one occupied table in my section. There was a one guy, the few other men in the bar were around the small stage. I walked up to the lone man.

"You need anything?"

"No, sweetheart, I think I'm done."

"Sure thing." I cleared the table and empty bottles.

"Here this is for you." I watched as he took a twenty dollar bill and tucked it into my cleavage.

I was instantly pissed, but kept a smile on my face.

"Thanks." I turned and moved back to the bar.

I watched the man get up and leave, my section was now empty. I reached behind the bar and grabbed my phone, looking at the time. It was not even nine o' clock yet. This was going to be a long night.

"Brianna." I jumped at the sound of my name.

I looked over to Kyle, my boss. He waved me over to him.

"What's up?"

"Club's dead. You can take off if you want."

I didn't have to be told twice. I hurried up and closed out my section and put my things away. I was out and on my way home in just a few minutes.

I found the sounds of the city soothing. The traffic had turned into a white noise I don't think I could live without anymore. It was just starting to get dark. I hurried to the Chinese place to grab some take out.

I finally made it back to my place and kicked off my shoes. I decided to change out of my work clothes later. I just sat on my couch with my quick meal.

I was halfway through the sweet and sour chicken when my phone chimed. My stomach fluttered almost making me feel nauseous.

'You busy?'

I couldn't believe he had texted me first. 'Eating takeout'

'Yummy'

'You bored now?' I smiled waiting for his reply