Estranged

Chapter 5: Latte Laughter and Looming Shadows

"Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift"

Natalie's pov

The Riverside Latte Lounge hummed with the muted sounds of conversation and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Marcus and I settled into a cozy corner table, the ambiance offering a soothing backdrop to what would turn out to be a surprising evening.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Marcus," I said with a genuine smile, with a touch of guilt.

He waved off my apology with a grin. "No worries, Natalie. I barely noticed the time. Besides, good things are worth waiting for, right?"

I passed him an awkward smile and soon a waitress come over to our table.

We ordered our drinks, and soon the air was filled with the comforting scent of coffee. Marcus leaned back, sipping his latte, as we dove into conversation. We shared stories, laughter, and even a few jokes, creating a lighthearted atmosphere.

As we chatted, his easygoing nature made it easy for me to open up. "I love to write," I confessed, "and playing the piano is my escape. It's like my personal sanctuary."

His eyes lit up with genuine interest. "That's amazing! Writing and playing the piano sound like wonderful outlets for creativity. Have you ever thought about combining the two? Maybe, write a song?"

The idea intrigued me, and I smiled at the thought. "You know, I've never thought about that, but it sounds intriguing. Maybe I'll give it a try."

As the conversation flowed, Marcus decided to lighten the mood with a joke. "Alright, brace yourself for a classic one. Why did the coffee file a police report?"

I laughed, genuinely entertained. "I have no idea. Why did the coffee file a police report?"

"Because it got mugged!" Marcus delivered the punchline with a grin, pleased to see my laughter filling the air.

Still chuckling, I replied, "That's a good one, Marcus. You have a knack for brightening the mood. I needed that."

Marcus leaned back, sipping his coffee. "Laughter is the best medicine, they say. So, Natalie, what's your favorite way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon?"

I reflected, "A lazy Sunday? Probably curled up with a good book, losing myself in another world. How about you?"

Marcus's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "I'm a firm believer in the power of a good movie marathon. Sci-fi, fantasy, or even a classic romantic comedy – I'm up for anything."

The conversation continued to flow, with Marcus and me discovering shared interests and laughing over amusing anecdotes. By the end of our coffee date, a genuine connection had formed between us, setting the stage for a friendship that neither of us anticipated. We exchanged numbers, and Marcus expressed his anticipation for more outings.

As we wrapped up our coffee date, Marcus suggested, "How about I give you a ride home? It's the least I can do for a fantastic evening."

I agreed, appreciating the offer. As we stepped out of the café, a chilly breeze greeted us. I pulled my coat tighter, and that's when I noticed a familiar figure leaning against a sleek car near the entrance. His eyes locked onto mine, a storm of emotions hidden behind his stoic expression sending a shiver down my spines. Marcus followed my gaze.

"He's been staring for quite some time. Need any help?" Marcus asked, concern etched on his face.

I managed a smile, "No, it's fine. I'll handle it. Thanks for tonight, Marcus."

We bid each other farewell. As Marcus walked away, I approached Darnell with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

Curiosity and concern fueled my steps as I approached him. "Darnell? What are you doing here? I asked, a hint of perplexity in my voice. "Were you waiting for me?"

Darnell's response was abrupt and commanding. In a rigid tone, he simply said, "Get in."

I stood there dumbstruck for a moment, processing his unexpected presence. Without waiting for my reply, he moved to the driver's seat, leaving me to make a choice – follow him into the car or confront the enigma that was Darnell.