Dancing With The Devil

Chapter 4

-Eleanors POV-

Tuesday morning in the coffee shop was extremely slow. It was horrible. The day dragged on and I sat doing nothing when I could be doing something useful with my time.

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The smell of coffee lingered in the air and it was starting to get to much, my head was opening. I could feel the thumping ache behind my eyes, driving me crazy.

Emily had gone for lunch leaving me sitting staring at the four walls, which I had known so well at this stage. The walls were red with white polka dots and had art canvas' of tea cups and tea pots hanging from them. I had even discovered a damp spot in the far left corner that I really should tell Emily about.

I watched the coffee drip from the tap of the machine and it was driving me crazy, yet I couldn't bring myself to get up of the chair and wipe the end of the tap. 

Drip

Drip

Drip

My thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind when I heard the bell of the door ring. A women walked in pushing a pram.

I forced myself out of the chair and stood up next to the counter.

'Hello, welcome to "The Spotty Teacup", what can I get you?' I smiled the usual fake smile I had gotten so good at.

'Hi, just a coffee to go' she seemed stressed out, she dropped her handbag on the marble counter top and searched her bag while constantly blowing a strand of hair from her face. Luckily the baby in the pram was asleep.

I turned to the coffee machine and began making a strong cup of coffee, she looked like she needed it. 

I poured the coffee into a take away cup and added hot water.

'Milk and sugar?' I asked, looking over my shoulder at her.

'No thanks, just black'

I put a lid on the cup and turned putting it on the counter.  

'That'll be £2 please'

She handed me the exact change and rushed out the door.

I turned back around and washed the coffee machine after the mess I made. The bell on the door could be heard again.

'Hello, welcome to 'The Spotty teacup', what can I get you?' I asked as I turned around.

I was not happy with what was on front of me. Well at least I didn't want to be.

'Oh it's you' I sighed. Freddie stood leaning against the counter.

'Do you have a complaints box ? because that greeting was horrible' he smirked.

I rolled my eyes placing my two hands on the counter.

'How come I keep running into you, are you stalking me Freddie?' I only half joked.

He scoffed 'Trust me love, if I was stalking you, you would know about it' the smell of cigarettes from his breath was not as disgusting as it should be, it almost had a hint of mint in it.

'Well then you wouldn't exactly be a good stalker then would you?' He rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitched up, almost carving a dimple into his left cheek.

I shook my head, trying not to stare. For some reason Freddie distracted me with every little movement, it was driving me crazy.

'Anyway, what can I get you?' I asked with a loud sigh.