The Donut Shop | Robsten (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7: Question

Third POV
NYC, New York

The door slammed shut, rocking the whole apartment. The sound had Rob jump up from his seat on the couch, quickly turning towards the front door. His breathing quickened, panic set in without any context.

All of that went away when he saw that Chandler was the one who slammed the door. He sighed in relief, trying to get his heartbeat to slow. He watched as Chandler furiously threw off his shoes, chucking his jacket onto the ground.

"Dude, what's wrong?" Robert asked cautiously. Chandler didn't look exactly happy. His hair was a mess and his clothes were slightly wet from the snow outside.

Chandler turned to his roommate, glaring at him with a poisonous stare.

"What's wrong?! What's not wrong?! I just got fired dude!" Chandler shouted, rage building up with each second.

Rob's eyes widened, his panic set back in, "How?! What did you do?!" He partially yelled back. He didn't want to be too loud in case the land lord was around.

Chandler grabbed his own hair and tugged the blond strands with force, "Apparently I turned in a project late and now I'm fired. God, that boss is such a jerk."

Rob's expression softened as a wave of emotions washed over him. He automatically felt bad that his roommate lost a job he spent so much time on. He works long hours just so he could get paid enough to support him and Rob. Now the thought that are only down to one income, scared both of them. Chandler's job definitely paid better than Robert's, so news like this brought down both of their moods.

Robert observed the way his roommate's eyes glistened with unshed tears from across the room.

"Hey, it's ok. We'll....figure something out." Rob tried to sound confident, but his voice was trembling from fear. Well, there's another thing to add to his list of things to stress over.

That night he laid in his bed, sprawled upon it lazily. His room was dark, the light of the city illuminating his room slightly. He couldn't help but feel unsure of what to come next. He never loved surprises and this isn't helping.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, sleep wanting to overtake him, but he wanted to stay up a little longer. His mind ran free, trying to think of things he could do to help the situation. After awhile he huffed out of annoyance when he couldn't think of anything after all.

He turned over in his creaky bed, hearing the way it squeaked when he moved. The photographer picked up his broken and tiny phone, checking the time on the small screen. 1:00 AM, not too late.

Something inside his mind clicked and it excited him. The certain idea that arrived in his jumbled up mind gave him a bit of hope that he didn't know he had. He put the phone back onto the night stand, pulling the covers over him, eventually drifting off to dreamland.

A car pulled up to the tiny shop, parking right outside of it. The two girls within the car carefully climbed out of the red vehicle. The ice beneath their feet wasn't too thick, yet it wasn't too thin. Ice wasn't a very great thing for Kristen or Nora, since both of them are very clumsy.

Nora slid over to her sister, latching onto her arm gently. Kristen chuckled at her little sister, slowly gliding over the ice to the entrance. The sun was just starting to rise at 6:00 AM, which was the current time in NYC. The two owners come early everyday to start baking and setting up supplies, which is one of their secrets that keeps their shop running efficiently.

The stillness of the city was present as the minutes passed. The morning rush is the worst since that's when they have the most customers, that's when they have all hands on deck.