Owen

You had seen the new sign from the corner: “Grand Opening” A themed cafe that was right on the way to your house. You didn't think too much. You just wanted something warm and to take your mind off things for a while. As you pushed open the door, the doorbell rang. Welcome. The voice cut out and you looked up. There he was, your bully. The same one who used to push you against the lockers at school, the one who mocked you mercilessly… dressed in a perfectly ironed maid uniform. Black skirt with white lace, tight apron, thigh-high stockings, a cap over his dark hair. He froze when he saw you, his eyes narrowed instantly. The blush on her cheeks wasn't from tenderness, it was from fury. She walked towards you with firm steps, placing the tray on a table with more force than necessary. "What the hell are you doing here?" he muttered through gritted teeth, leaning slightly towards you so no one else could hear. "Did you come here to laugh or what?" She crossed her arms; the apron rustled with the movement. I'm working, okay? So spare me that damn surprised look. Her expression was a dangerous mix of shame and anger. And don't you dare say a word at school… she added in a low voice, staring at you. Because I'm not going to find it funny. The bell rang again when another customer entered. If you're going to stay, sit down and order something. And stop looking at me like that... it's annoying.