UNBREAKABLE ↠ BRANDON ARREAGA

TWO - THE ONE WHO STOLE BIKES

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It's been a few weeks since I saw Brandon. It's been uneventful... and disappointing, to say the least. I'm not going to lie, but I was hoping I'd see him again. What'd I expect though... he's a superstar.

I mean, I did see him around... on posters and billboards and whatnot. He's definitely gotten bigger since the last time I saw him. I know who he is now, not because I've met him though, but because people have been talking about him now. I would've heard of him sooner or later.

I don't know what it is about him, but he's alluring. His whole personality and aura— it just pulls you in. He has this whole tough exterior that is impenetrable. In his eyes, you-you can see two different forces that are always at war, fighting for what they want.

It's interesting, especially for a celebrity. They're usually so happy. What has got him so tied up and ticked off all the time?

"Eliana! Customers just walked in. Stop daydreaming!" My boss, Sharon, yelled at me. She was also the cook, and usually, it was just me and her working here. She's strict when it comes to work, but she's nice.

"I got it, Share! You don't have to yell all the time," I replied.

"If I didn't, you'd be sitting on that damn stool all day, dreaming about puppies and kittens and all that shit," she chuckled, whacking me in the head with her towel as she got ready to answer the phone.

"You know me too well," I said, getting out the pad to write their order.

"Who doesn't?"

I didn't answer her back, but I smiled and walked over to their table. There were two guys, both brunette. One was darker than the other with slightly curly hair. They looked familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Hey, guys. Welcome to Shares.' What can I get you?" The diner wasn't that big, so we had the menu on the side of our napkin box. We had a few specials for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and a couple of drinks.

I took their order and headed back to Sharon to give her their orders.

"Eliana," she called. I stared at her through the small window. I raised an eyebrow at her. "What's with those guys over there? It's about 80 degrees out, and they're wearing a hoodie, a hat, and sunglasses. Indoors! Sunglasses indoors! Is our light to shiny for them or something?" She exclaimed while rolling her eyes. That was her signature look that said, 'These kids.'

She went back to her cooking, placing the finishing touches on their dishes. "Share," I shook my head, "you don't know them."

She shrugged. "You're right. Not everyone is as open as you." She placed the dishes on the counter. "Order's up."