Aria's Pov
New York had always been a city that I looked up to, mostly because of buisness industry in this area. Being what I am going to study in college, which is beginning in less than a week from now, I couldn't be more happy to finaly move here.
You see, I wasn't one of those rich girls, who tend to spend too much on materials things. I wasn't poor, nor I was rich. In fact, I just got this job at a small coffee near the college to help me pay the bills of my apartment and the basic stuff. I tried to be as dependent as I could, that's why I had been saving money on my own since I was 15. Now, I was 18, and living from myself, and myself only. I didn't like people paying for me, it makes me feel needy and useless.
"Goodnight Aria," I snapped out of my thoughts, turning my head to side to see one of my co-worker, Cora, giving me a small smile, which I returned instantly. "Don't forget to lock the doors," she raised her eyebrows playfuly, walking towards the entrance door.
"Will do," I let a small chuckle whilst she shook her head, her back at me, cleary amused. She waved one last time, then left the coffee.
I let my eyes linger in the lifeless room I was currently in. It was past 9pm, so 2 hours before I closed the shop. I was aware that this shift wasn't the smarter one, especially when I do not own a car, meaning that I had to walk home, but I really needed money to pay everything, and if it included working late, I was willing to do it.
I begin to wipe the table and clean up a little to keep myself busy, since there wasn't anything to do at this time. I managed to finish when it was time for me to close. I made sure everything was in order, before collecting my things and locked the doors behind me.
This part of the city was quite dark at this time. I could hear distant chatting or arguing, or whatever from not so far, not that I was paying attention to the conversation. I mean, for some people this would make them worried but to me, it kept my sane to know that if I was to be killed right now, maybe they could hear me scream you know?
I shivered a little as a wave of cold air hit me in the face, making my long brownish hair flew everywhere. I scoffed, annoyed at myself for letting my hair grow that lenght. It always stuck everywhere, like litteraly all the time I swear, but... I loved them. It's like a love/hate relationship I have with my hair. I reached in my bag, looking for a hair tie, and quickly put my hair up in a ponytail when I found one.
Turning a corner, I could distinguish the voices from earlier more cleary. "Fuck off," I heard a female said loudly, anger dripping from her voice. Then, the sound of a car speeding off, and small sobs. From were I was standing, I could see a small figure walking in my direction. She finally looked up, and I could tell that she was probably my age. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. When our gaze met, she jumped in suprised then calmed down a bit.
"Hey, are you ok?" I asked her softly, when I saw her sad expression. I wanted to help, I don't like seeing people sad and so vulnerable. I know it sound stupid and careless, but how could I let her walk home alone when she had that look on her face? Imagine what she could do out of saddeness and anger. I can imagine. Been there.
She looked at me for a few seconds, before her eyes welled up with tears. "N-no," she mumbled, her voice wavering as she shook her head. The tears were now freely falling down her face.
"Do you want me to walk you somewhere?" I asked her with the same tone as before, now feeling slightly bad for her. An uncertain look took over her features as she squinted her eyes at me suspiciously,
"Yeah sure," she said weakly, letting out a breathe fell from her lips. I simply nodded and joined her as she started walking where I was not long ago.
