Suddenly, you remembered her words. "Wait," you spoke, receiving a hmm as a response. "What did you mean by it was like it was almost planned?" You asked, fingers kneading the skin and features twisting up into discomfort every so often.
"Well," she began, nervously chewing on her bottom lip, what appeared to be tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Mia texted me. They," she inhaled harshly. "They found Eric's body on the side of the river at midnight. His dead body."
You were awestruck. "What?"
"His throat was slit right open," she murmured, hands moving up to wrap around her throat, a shudder running through her at the thought that it could have been her own neck that had suffered that ill fate instead of his. "I think he was dead before he even made it to the river. Was he with you? Did you see him at all earlier?"
"No, I don't know," you whispered. "I can't remember, all I can remember is running out of there and trying to escape." Suddenly, "oh my god, what if he's dead because of me?" Suddenly, Maria stood up, approaching the opened windows. "What's wrong?" You asked with worry, watching her approach the windows quickly, shutting them rapidly.
"Nothing," she shook her head, loose hairs slipping from the tight hold of the hair tie, fanning over her face with soft wisps. "I just thought that I saw someone there, it's fine, don't worry about it." Her eyes scanned the room, before they landed on you. "Something feels weird in here."
Steam rolled up into the ceiling like a cloud of smoke that quickly tried to evaporate when a hand was frantically waved throughout it, but yet, the aroma was something much more different. Yes, this was one of a faint cinnamon with chocolate that had your stomach growling in want instead of the type of scent that had your throat closing up and lungs burning as coughs tumbled out one after another.
Admittedly, you were a bit peeved.
Having ordered a drink nearly half an hour ago, you were both shocked and confused as to why the drink was still not within your grasp, but yet those who had arrived later than you had received their orders already.
This would definitely be a one-star rating from you; and had negative ratings been an actual thing that could be posted, then you would have most definitely given it that negative rating. Anger bubbled within you as you stood, ready to give the young employees a piece of your mind.
"I'll be right back," you said to Maria as you noticed that the steaming beverage that were pushed onto the counter by one of the employees, eager to sip the drink that's been on your mind, but discouraged by the fact that none of them were yours when other hands plucked them up. Maria had only glanced up momentarily, her eyes barely catching sight of you moving from the seat before they had fallen back down to the worksheets that were previously being carded through, crinkles all throughout the sheets.
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The Unlucky OneFanfiction
(ON HOLD) ❝Smushed between the wall and the man you'd only met five days ago, lipstick smeared when his lips fervently pressed to yours in a faux attempt to silence your heaving breaths, wasn't how you envisioned your night to go, especially when th...