Forever..... Maybe Not.

Tiffanys POV:

It was a normal day at Starbucks, my current job. I know it's ratchet but it the only job that I could get to easily from school. But whatever. It was a normal day right about to end my shift when a man walks into the café. He's tall with curly brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He's dressed in all black and may I say he almost looks like a god.

He walks over to the cashier where I'm currently at and winks at me. I slowly melt inside because he then smirks and let me say it's award winning.

I don't know how long I was staring at him but I knew it was to long. "Hello my name is Tiffany welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?" I ask gently. His eyes meet mine and for some reason I feel butter flies. 'Knock it out tiff you don't even know him' I say to myself. He mouth opens to speak so I snap out of my thoughts. "I'll take a medium Pumpkin Spice Latté"

(N/A it's October in the story)

Before he shuts his mouth though he says something else "and your number if I may." I blush at his sudden act of words. I put in his order and write my number on a piece of paper. "Here's my number and your drink will be ready soon have a nice day" he smirks, and puts which I assume puts the number in his phone, and walks to the other side of the café.

He was my last customer so after he goes to sit with his drink I go to the back of the kitchen and hang up my apron and grab my bag. I walk out of the kitchen only to come apon the cute boy being gone. I feel sad for a quick second but push it aside because I have a long walk home.

I put my hand on the door and feel the coldness of the metal door handle, I push the door open and it's like I step in a freezer.

I start my long walk. 5 ish minutes later I start passing graffitied buildings, I don't mind because some of it's really gourgous art. Others is stupid teenagers.

I pass this one building with a dark ally way inbetween that one and another one. I hear crys of pain and words being screamed. It's around 10pm so I'm not surprised there's no one stopping it.

Me being my nosy self deside to go check it out. I move closer and hide behind a dumpster to listen in. "Please Harry!! Stop! I'm sorry I just need one more wee-" he was cut off by a fist hitting his face. "Sorry Hank! You should have thought about that before" the 'Harry' faces me for a second but doesn't see me. As soon as I see him clearly I realize. It's the man from the café!

I run over to him and yank at his arm yelling at him to stop. "Harry please stop! Your going to kill him" he didn't stop until he elbowed my face and I screamed. He turned around in horror of what he had done.

There was blood all over my face and the man was on the ground passed out. I hope.

I back away from Harry. But he follows me. I hit the wall behind me and now I'm trapped. Harry walks closer and touches my face. "Oh no I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Hey wait aren't you the girl from Starbucks?" I feel mighty uncomfortable right now.

"Uhh yeah that's me " I reach up and start rubbing blood off my nose. "I should go" I say fast. I start to slide away but he catches my elbow. "Let me walk you"

Notes

Sorry this is short and bad but here lovelies!!