The Disappearance

The Dirty Bean

Another girl goes missing, I read to myself while I take a sip of my coffee. "A 18 year old girl called Maria Stevens disappeared last night. She was last seen at her friends house during a sleepover. Maria is the 9th girl who goes missing in the past 2 months. And her parents and friends are still in shock about the disappearing. "She never did anything wrong! She was a good and disciplined girl who always got straight A's!! We just wanna know were our baby girl is." Says the mother of Maria." "Maria? Maria Stevens? Why does that name sounds so familiar?" I put down my coffee mug and pick up my green backpack. I stick my hand in the backpack and pull out my ocean blue notebook and a pen. I open my notebook and search for some left space. I write down the name "Maria Stevens" right next to the name "Angela Drogh". I also write down all the information I need to know about this Maria, just as I did with all the other names. I put down my pen, close my notebook and pick up my mug to take another sip. I'm not even holding the mug for 1 second and my hand starts burning as hell. "Ahh!! Hot! Hot! HOT!! Fucking god damn it!! Stupid mug!!" I scream out loud. "Moira, language please." Says a calm voice who seems to approach me. "Ha, sorry Mr. Wert!" I reply quickly with a forced smile on my face. "Here, have this new cup of coffee, I'm sure you can't drink that spilled one anymore." He replies with a kind smile. And well he's not wrong, I just spilled my cup of coffee all over my new bought newspaper. "Thank you Mr. Wert." I reply kindly. "No need to thank me, it happens to the best of us." He says while he taps me on my shoulder. As he turns away I quickly say something back. "Oh sir! Do you by any chance have some paper towels or anything?" He turns around and replies:"Yes I do, you know where to find them." And he just disappears into the kitchen. "Ugh! I not only spilled my coffee but I also gotta clean this shitty mess up." I mumble to myself.

I get out of my chair and head to the coffee bar for the towels. As I bend over the bar to grab them, a man in his late 40's approaches me and asks me to make him a double dark cup of coffee. "I'm sorry but does it looks like I work here?!" That's what I probably would have said if I wasn't a scared little bitch. So instead I replied with a kind smile on my face: "Ehm, y-yes sir!" For real Moira! For fucking real!! Just tell him you don't work here, it's not that hard ya know. The man nods politely and is now heading towards the couch. As he sits down he grabs a newspaper and starts reading. "Well, I guess I'm gonna make a double dark coffee then. As I turn to the coffee machine and press the button for the dark coffee, I notice a flyer. It says:

"YOU! Yes you! The one who reads this flyer right now! The Dirty Bean needs some coworkers!! And maybe this job is something for you! If you're interested then email to this email address. R.Wert@gmail.com
Hope I see you soon!"

"The Dirty Bean needs workers?" I say to myself. "Well my mom always complains that I need to get a job instead of writing down theories about all the weird things that's happened over the years in this small town." I decide to pick up the flyer and put it in my right pocket. *ding* goes the coffee machine. I carefully pick up the mug who's filled with some boiling, delicious, dark goop, called coffee and bring it to the man. "Here ya go sir. Enjoy!" I say as I put down the mug. And the man replies kindly with a:"Thank you, kiddo."