Who was he? Did he come into the cafe at other times and fixate on other customers? What was going through his mind while he observed her so intently? A rare few went further with their assessment, and engaged her in conversation before they tried their luck. But not this man; the one she referred to as the coffee guy.
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Who was he? Did he come into the cafe at other times and fixate on other customers? What was going through his mind while he observed her so intently? A rare few went further with their assessment, and engaged her in conversation before they tried their luck.
But not this man; the one she referred to as the coffee guy. Instinct told Wednesday to avoid the coffee guy at all costs. The way he examined her with his enquiring midnight blue eyes was so unsettling. And yet… Whenever Wednesday walked into the cafe she frequented during her lunch break, the coffee guy would be there.
From the moment she took her first step through the door, his focus would shift from his drink to the queue of customers, where it would become fixed upon her. It had crossed her mind that maybe she should be scared, that this man could be some sort of voyeuristic stalker.
Only once had he spoken to her. A swapped lunch break with her friend Carol had placed Wednesday behind the coffee guy in the queue. Wednesday had watched helplessly as the liquid seeped through her black shirt, ran down her purple pencil skirt, and travelled on an unstoppable route into her boots. There are spare T-shirts in there.
Help yourself. Unzipping is a close second- and I rather love the word please — said in the right way you understand! Many thanks for letting me visit today.
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