Stopping from my tracks he had his eyes closed when I turned to look at him.
His side facing me and his breathtaking features sparkled right through my eyes.
But before I could snap back he was already looking at me.
"Done staring?"..he asked.
"I'm not staring at you"...I said escaping his gaze by turning my head sidewards. "And stop stalking me, it's too creepy, the fact that you're a jerk"... I said and fasten my walk for him not to catch up.
And it's getting weird everyday. He would come at exact midnight to the cafe. Exactly, waht is wrong with him?
Thinking about those thoughts disgust me so I shook it off and thought more about getting home.
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Entering the gate made a lound sound because of the rusty steel. As I installed the lock on it an envelope fell on the ground.
I picked it up. Flipping front to back to see any notes. And there attached the information that I am finding.
My adress was written, even my name but what's odd was the name of the sender wasn't attached there so I tore the envelope to open what's inside.
After that, a white bondpaper folded evenly was there.
I started to unfold it and found a cursive handwriting on the paper.
Dear Ms. Johnson,
Greetings to you! I am Barry, and to simply put here, I wrote this letter to you because, First I know you, not just know, but I know everything to you. I know you're curious why I seem to know you but the reason you're reading this letter because of your parents. Further explaining that, I want you to come to this adress. RJG Corp. Y street, saturday at 1:00 pm. I don't mean no harm. I just want to talk to you.
Sincerely Yours,
Barry
After his name there was a logo attached on it and the same corporation he said back on the letter was attched to the logo.
"What could be the meaning to this?"...I muttered. "Why did he know about my parents?"....I said, my tears are about to fall.
I am still holding the paper when my knees suddenly started to weaken.
I am in the process for moving on then suddenly someone will write me a letter like this regarding my parents.
But instead of lying weakly there. I slowly stood up amd wipe away my tears.
I assume theres nothing wrong if I go there on saturday. I want to know everything. I want to know how those people know about me or my parents.
It's been so many years yet they will contact me like that saying they want to talk about what? My parents? Tsk.
Gripping tightly on the paper I'm holding, I rushed back inside.
After entering my house. I ran upstairs to get change and proceeded to the bathroom afterwards.
Facing the mirror. I could see my pale expression plastered on my face. It's fine though. I've been cold like this for the past 9 years. It's not like I've seen myself smiling infront of the mirror and that'll never happen.
Sighing heavily, I picked up my toothbrush and have the toothpaste on it.
Brushing my teeth while my gaze was on the mirror as my mind was busy thinking of everything.
After that, I rinse my mouth and stretched my hand for my face towel to wipe the droplets of water running on my face.
Closing the door in the bathroom, I decided to go back in my room.
As I sat on the edge of my bed I turned to the table beside my bed. On top of it was the crumpled paper I've been holding earlier.
Isntead of getting it I decided to take my hand away. I have one more day anyway, to decide wether I'll go or not.
I'll just let myself drift off for now...
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Morning came and I woke up early. I headed downstairs to prepare my breakfast. And since my class was night time, I'm gonna work at the cafe at the day time.
Finishing my breakfast, I reached the bottle of water and drank the half of it before standing to go to the bathroom.
After I shower, I put on my clothes to go get ready for work.
Locking the door as usual and the gate too. Styling ny hair into a bun as I walk to the subway station.
Upon reaching it. I stood there together with a few people waiting for the bus too.
As the bus arrived I quickly went in and find a seat for me.
Sitting on the backseat theres still a space beside me but I didn't mind and just sat quietly there.
The cafe was too close so I'll get there in no time.
Stopping at the first stop, I got off the bus and walk over the cafe I'm working. Walking from afar the capitalized letter of the cafe reflected on my eyes as I kept on looking at it.
It says GLORIOS CAFÈ.
Upon reaching it's glass door, I pushed it open to enter and walked through the staff room.
While walking I suddenly bump into someone, so hard that all the things she was carrying been thrown away.
"I'm sorry"...I said apologetic to her and began picking her things. She had her eyeglass on and he hair was tied in a bun too like me, but she is wearing a formal attire so i bet she works to a company.
Doing that, she kneeled beside me and pick her things too. After finishing that, I bowed my head again as a sign of opology to her.
Soon we quietly parted our ways and I proceeded to the staffroom while she pushed the door open to go out.
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After hours of working my feet feel numb and my knees feel weak.
My co-workers started to lessen as I started to clean the table. Usually I am the one who was always left behind to do the cleaning since my shift starts late.
Rinsing the towel I'm holding, I heard the door being pushed open means that HE'S here again.
Ignoring the fact that he came in, I continued to clean the remaining tables.
"Why are you always alone during midnight?"....he said, more like teasing. "What now?"...I replied him with another question.
"Nothing, it's just like you're waiting for me to come"...he said chuckling.
"You aren't dreaming are you?"...I said stopping in the middle of my work. "Besides who would want to wait for a people like you"...I said to him and headed through the sink to rinse the towel.
When I said that, I sensed that he didn't answered back so I didn't utter a single word again. "B-by the way, what's your order?"...I asked and he turned to me.
"Just give me the usual"...he said in a calm but theres a hint of coldness in it.
"What usual?"..I asked, It's not that I don't know what he orders, but he always order different kinds so I'm not sure. "Americano"...he said.
Making his coffee, I took a glance at him whose sitting on the corner near the window.
I didn't know how long I stared on him but then.....
"Arghhhh!!"...I screamed, IT'S SUPER HOT! "Arghh!!"...screaming in pain I suddenly let go the cup in my hand so it scattered through the floor.
To be continued.....