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“Order up!” Vern, The chef hollered inside the kitchen. It’s Sunday as the sun fills the gorgeous day that brought a smile to my face. I love sunny days if their is rainy days I get depressed my mother says I’m bipolar due to weather which I can’t deny.
Grabbing the burger and fries ready to serve the dish I decided to take the early shifts for the past week, girl needs to pay the rent now that I’m in College I’ve been rather busy.
Walking towards the sweet middle age couple that come here twice a week I smiled on the way over suddenly I got the chills feeling the same pair of eyes watching me.
I glanced over confirming my suspicion there sits the same man inside the booth drinking his coffee when our eyes connected I got an cold shiver down my spine he sends me a blank stare breaking our gaze to look back at his newspaper.
I don’t know his name nor who he is I asked a few people and they don’t know anything.
He is a total mystery. I’ll admit he is quite handsome with his sharp jawline and bright eyes but something is off he comes in every Sunday, drinks coffee and reads the paper but deep down I know he’s watching me, I know I kept track that’s how much he intrigues me... In a off way.
“Thank you so much delia” Said Mrs. Walters.
I smiled “Its always a pleasure Nancy, enjoy you two” With that I returned to the kitchen about to clock out my shift is nearly over.
“Cordelia! See if table 4 needs more coffee” My boss Reagan orders. Instead of protesting I obliged grabbing the coffee pot.
I walk back and saw he was now gone I scan the restaurant seeing if he was anywhere but no I walked towards his table and saw cash for the bill.
“Weird” I mumbled. Come to think of it we never spoke, ever.
Once I took care of the bill I finally clocked out saying bye to all my coworkers exiting the cafe I inhaled the freeze breeze taking out the ponytail I had in,
My long brunette hair flowed down past my shoulders once ready I start walking home to my apartment taking the same path I always take.
Four blocks away I had to cut through a very packed parking lot that wasn’t filled this morning I loved the fresh breeze, leaves falling from the trees, sun shining down upon me.
I love autumn.
I notice how the parking lot is very quiet which is so noticeable I expect to hear birds chirping, chatter instead of silence, leaves scraping against the street.
I twirl around getting a full scan... Nothing
Continuing to walk suddenly I heard some kind of noise from behind I look back seeing nothing but cars I chuckled at my paranoia.
All of the sudden a hand covered my nose and mouth feeling broad body behind holding me tightly I muffled a scream feeling my heart beat rapidly I struggled hoping someone out there is witnessing me being kidnapped
I trashed around using my elbow to hurt him but it wasn’t affecting this man
“Now sweetheart just... Stay... Still” He grunts. His voice is British and rasp he drags us over to a car that I see we are at the trunk.
I couldn’t believe this is happening... To me! During the day how is nobody seeing this situation.
Suddenly I felt a prick on the nape of my neck
My body grew tired, eyes got droopy, my struggle halted I felt his breath fan my temple I squeezed his forearm feeling the fight in me die.
“That’s it... Sleep” He whispered.
Feeling my body being thrown into the trunk my vision was to blurry to identify my kidnapper once he slammed the trunk closed I was left in darkness, in seconds I was out too.