I stared up at the half-lighted neon sign just above the old-fashioned building in front of me. The slight buzz sent my nerves racing as the “S” and “A” of Sacred remained lit, and half of Sandwiches as well.
I sighed, my breath blowing smoke into the cold night air.
After adjusting my beanie more over my head, I stepped up to the front doors.
The bell rang above me, and I stepped in, glancing around nervously to find the restaurant half-full due to the dinner rush.
I then stepped over to a booth and slid into it, shuffling my hands into my lap to warm them.
After glancing around, I checked my phone to see the time.
5:59 pm.
I sighed and looked back up, glancing around before looking down to the table.
“Hello, how are you finding the food today?” a man said from another table.
I glanced over, finding a tall, lean boy standing there with a dark smile as the people in the table smiled and uttered incoherent compliments.
He just closed his eyes and his smile turned kind, but mocked anger, as well as if he hated the job. And he lightly took some plates before glancing over at me.
I froze, eyes widening.
Jase’s smile immediately turned dark again, but he took the plates and walked off.
I stared back down at the table again, heart thudding hard against my chest.
Almost two seconds later, he slid into the booth opposite of me.
“Good day, Emma,” he said then, smirking. “I do apologize for the inconvenience of earlier today, but I had an auto appointment. I had to rush out of class.”
Even a child could tell he was lying.
“I just came here for questions,” I stated then, pulling out my notebook paper that I tore off earlier today. “Then I go.”
He only gave me his dark grin.
I poised my pen to the paper again. “What’s your favorite subject?”
“You,” he said then.
I glared up at him. “Be honest.”
“I am,” he said then, closing his eyes with his smile before parting them, “you are very interesting. The way you think compared to the way you act… it’s so different from other people. If there was a course on you that I could take in college, I would.”
I just scratched down “people” onto my paper.
“What grade are you in?” I asked him then.
“Senior,” he said honestly this time.
I wrote that down.
“How long have you lived in Colorado?” I asked him.
“Mmm… I’d say about a year.”
“What made you come here?”
“You.”
I sighed, getting more annoyed than concerned as I scratched down “personal obligations not listed” onto my paper.
“Have you fallen back at all?”
He blinked as if misunderstanding the question. “Fallen… back?”
“Gone back a year in high school,” I said then, gazing up. “Like… being in tenth grade and you sucked so you fell back to ninth.”
“Oh,” he said then, his stance lazy again, “no.”
I scratched it down, as well.
“How long have you worked here for?” I asked him.
“Two weeks,” he responded.
“So you’re new,” I stated then, continuing to write. “Have you ever done waiting before?”
“Nope.”
I gazed up, slightly shocked. “You haven’t? You’re surprisingly good at it.”
He sent me a dark grin. “Why, thank you.”
I looked back down to my paper. “Have you had a job before?”
“Kind of.”
“What was it like?”
“I fought for my people,” he stated then.
I immediately noticed how good he would be in armed forces… how he gave off no emotion but amusement and slight murderous intent, but also formed some kind of mask of knowing just what to say to throw me off guard.
What was odd was that his horny questions didn’t bother me… it was how well he knew me that really shook me.
I kept myself a secret for a reason.
“Okay, so you worked in the miliary?” I said then.
“I never said that.”
I gazed up then, watching him.
His smile remained.
“Police officer?” I asked him. “Did you fight for this country at all? Navy? Army?”
“No, just fought for my people,” he said then.
“What happened to your job?” I asked then.
His eyes shifted color, as if he didn’t want to answer to the question. “I was… fired.”
“Oh, I see,” I said then, writing this down.
I felt his eyes on me.
“Okay, so are you Christian? Jewish? Any religion?”
“Nope.”
“Okay,” I said then, writing “atheist” on the paper.
I then looked up. “What ethnicity are you?”
“Caucasian… maybe with a hint of Italian.”
I nodded, recording it.
“What’s your biggest dream?” I asked him, immediately snapping my gaze backup. “And no sexual innuendos, please.”
He sighed, dropping his head to the side. “Damn. I don’t know then.”
I rolled my eyes, not answering to that. “What is your overall goal in life? What are you destined to achieve?”
“Well, I’m determined to seek out this girl and convince her to trust me. That way she’d be a willing sacrifice for an ultimate spell. But if you’re ready now, I don’t mind.”
He was a horrible joker.
I just sighed and wrote down “undetermined desire” onto my paper.
I then scooted off the booth and stood, brushing off my pants before looking up at him. “Well, enjoy the rest of your break.”
He just watched me with a dark smile, almost as if he was examining my every move and every motive. I felt like an open book to him.
My brows drew together. “What?”
He gazed up, at my eyes then. “It’s just… you’re nothing like I expected.”
I lowered my lashes immediately.
I could say the same for you.
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