(Unknown)

Chapter 9

        I achieved my goal and got myself to Covernotes a whole minute early, and that was true success in my mind. Being a minute early, I calmly strolled into the staffroom and got ready for my shift. I was about to hang my jacket on my designated hook, when I thought I felt it move. I checked my pocket, retrieving my cellphone and saw that it had a new message.

       

(Unknown):

You at work right now? 

In the midst of all that had happened with Oliver, I had never changed his contact name from Unknown. I supposed that I should do that before I forgot. When I went to change it, I found it strange that I now knew who Unknown truly was. 

Lizzie:

Yea, shift starts in a min. Why?

Oliver:

Just wondering. Got a break?

Lizzie:

In 1 1/2 hr.

Oliver:

Kk.

What was with all of the questions? The idea that Oliver was considering visiting me for my break entered my mind, and for some unknown reason, brought hope and happiness to my heart. I shook my head, hoping to rid myself of that sense of hope. I couldn’t imagine why he would visit me, while we weren’t enemies, we weren’t really friends either. 

I was going to type in a quick question, asking why he was being so curious, but the time at the top of my screen jumped out a me, reminding me of the time. I put my phone away, threw my apron on and stepped out to relieve my coworker from her position at the cash register. 

Work, just as it usually was, was uneventful. That had been something I always liked about having a job at such a quiet café. Covernotes was popular enough to stay open and keep on employees, but it was also a place of quietness and solitude, where the customers were calm and there was never a raised voice unless someone shouted because of a broken cup. I took and gave orders, doing my job well, it was calming to have some order rise in the face of chaos. 

After an hour and a half, one of the girls from Langstaff took over my station so that I could go on break. My breaks were never really entertaining, I just sat in the staffroom with my phone, looking through various sources of social media for half an hour. 

I had barely sat down for five short minutes when Nella, the girl who had taken over for me, poked her head through the door.

‘Lizzie? Someone’s here to see you,’ she said, a knowing smile on her face. Nella was always so guy-oriented, she assumed that every guy who said anything to a girl was flirting.

‘Who is it?’ I asked, an answer already coming to mind. Maybe Oliver had decided to visit after all, but I couldn’t figure out why he would have done that.