Future

First day

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Walking down the cobbled pathway. I tug my phone, out of my pocket, and earphones out and play some music while I walk through the wet, windy and cold weather.

The clouds slowly turning grey and small patterns of wet droplets glide across my face down to the ground.

Yawning I cover my mouth and tap my face to stop myself from falling asleep and make my way to work.

The small cafe, not too far from home, welcomes me with the little 'ding' from the door opening and the rich mixture of smells consisting of coffee, food, and pastries.

I walk towards the back and my colleague, Rio, greets me with a 'good morning' and I just grumble in return.

Mornings are not my thing.

Especially when I don't get enough sleep.

I end up being; moody; grouchy; mean and grumpy.

Well, I'm normally like that anyway. But it just intensifies by ten.

As I put on my coat and bag, also having my phone and earphones from earlier in, inside my locker. I head to the front where I'm placed at the till.

I need to get my paycheck today otherwise imma be slapping my boss, he's been delaying it for some time and I'm starting to get pissed off.

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Today's been quite busy but at times gets really boring. I wish I could just go home and snuggle up in blankets and watch Netflix. That sounds so relaxing right now.

I'm turned out of my thoughts when I hear the shop bell go off and get a glimpse of a tall, dark-clothed man approaching the counter with two others at his side.

And the few customers, seated around, suddenly run out of the store as if they've seen a freaking ninety-nine percent sale down the road.

I inhale a deep breath and kindly ask what he would like but immediately get ignored by the man standing in front of me.

The man to my right rolls his eyes "Where's your boss girl," I scoff at his attitude and instantly get a glare from the latter.

"Where would he be other than his office, asshole," I Obviously mutter 'asshole' under my breath because we have to be 'kind' to customers regardless of their attitude towards us.

I say. Fuck that rule and act towards people how they are with you. Simple.

He steps forward but gets stopped by the man in the middle by placing his hand on his stomach pushing him back to his original standing place.

Their aura is simply scary. Something about them sends shockwaves of excitement through me. Whether it being good or not I don't care.

This dark demeanor they cascade around them something like a grey cloud of mysteries which follows every step they take should make any normal 20-year-old scared to their bones, but for me, I think I've gone through enough shit to not be afraid of three handsome, arrogant and rude men.

All three walk-in unison to the side of the counter, where the flap opens for someone to come behind it, joining me near the cash machine. Then smoothly walk past me only to be nudged by 'rudey', yes, I have named him rudey, I stumble back a bit but catch myself and I was about to punch him in the face but I also get stopped by my manager, aka my annoying boss, who opens the door and greets the men before me.