Two gentlemen
The sound of that irritating little alarm awoke me from my sweet dream . It’s irritating when you are dreaming that you are sitting on a queen's throne ruling the world and this bell starts ringing . Well now that my dream was ruined I didn’t wanted to roll back to sleep.
I got up and did my usual works in my little two bedroom house . It was small but it was something I could call home . A small kitchen and a clean bathroom was the only other thing a 22 year old girl could require . I had saved from my college days to but this . I hurriedly wore my jeans and top and pulled up my hair into a ponytail. Slipping in my shoes I stepped outside to be met by the chilly wind . Winter was round the corner . I was not a fan of winter , I hated the numb feeling and most of all the lethargic feeling that kept on nagging me . It was still two months till Christmas and I had time to save up to surprise myself .
I opened the door to Cherry Top , a well established Café . It was just a ten minute walk from my house . I had worked here for the last three years and now it gave a feeling like home . I was a well known girl , I am the manager after all . The owner , Mrs Jones was kind enough to give me this position around six months back .
I am happy with my life . Although I want the love and care of my family and friends but it’s OK for me now . Now my only problem is money. I don’t socialize much and I don’t have someone whom I can proudly call friend . I don't live a lavish life . But it’s OK. It’s OK..
After the usual greeting with the fellow workers I sat at the counter . The big business centres are all around here so most of the businessmen come here for their snacks. We make whatever we can using cherries . Should have guessed by the name . Actually Mrs Jones loves cherries so the name and fame . I took a cherry vanilla muffin and a cup of expresso . I really need to eat more . I told myself . After eating I saw that quite a few people had come all dressed in expensive coats . Just their looks screamed money . Their expensive black and wrinkle free suits with the Rolex watch , a sunglass sometimes and their hair gelled back . Their shoes shiny and spotless . Just screaming MONEY !!!
I know them all . Not by name no . Who would tell their names to me . I am just a worker barely making money to help me live . I just wish I had money like them and a lavish , carefree life . Two of them finished their food , paid the bill and hurries out . Within a few minutes people started pouring in and I became busy . Sometimes I also help as a waitress to relieve the others . There are only three waitresses and seventy tables in total . Mrs Jones really likes to keep her money and that’s the reason why the pay is low , very low .
When the morning rush subsided I looked around . Lia , James and Mat were busy cleaning the tables and only two people are in the room at the farthest corner of the third row . I watched them from behind my counter . They were talking in hused whispers . Now that I am curious I called Mat ( As he had finished cleaning)and asked , “ Who are those guys ? Never seen them before.”
“Donno !! They came here two hours ago and is still sipping on their first coffee like it’s their first time they have even tasted coffee .” Mat replied with scoff .
I didn’t wanted to be rude to customers but seeing I have no other option I went .
They are not murderers .
They are not murderers .
Maybe they are kidnappers ?
Shut up brain .
Thy are not kidnappers or murderers . Just businessmen.
Ok .. let’s gooo .
