NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU TRY TO RUN AWAY FROM ME, I WOULD ALWAYS FIND YOU AND BRING YOU BACK BECAUSE YOU BELONG TO ME, YOUR SOUL, YOUR BODY, EVERYTHING.
I felt a shiver down my spine.
~ IVY ~
"Ivy, can you pass me those cans?"My colleague shouted from the other corner of store
MEET ME!
I am IVY!
A simple girl who works at a store as a waitress.
It's the least job I can find instead of just wasting my time sitting lazily at home.
I love my job very much. It's less stressful and of course entertaining.
I get to see different faces everyday.
Different Faces with different tastes.
"Okay, okay! I can hear you clearly so stop shouting Yvonne", I replied with a giggle.
*AFTER ONE HOUR*
Yvonne came with a broom in her hands.
"All finished ivy, and we are the last people remaining again" she said.
"Yep. I guess we are just like always." I shrugged my shoulders.
But just then we heard some footsteps.
I turned to see a very handsome tall man of about 6ft
He took calm steps towards me as he placed some things on the desk which were duct tape, rope, knife and a can of coke.
"Are you going to murder someone?", I asked in a friendly teasing tone.
"Maybe darling...", he said in a deep voice.
I chuckled and started scanning.
This city is really weird.
"That will be a bill of about...ughm....6 dollars" I said while glancing at him.
He was still staring at me even after I told him his bill.
"Do you need anything else sir?' I asked.
"Yes..you...",he calmly stated.
I get this a lot.
I'm used to it already.
Customers are always finding ways to get into my panties.
At first, I did get angry but Yvonne told me it's no big deal and I should just overlook it, ignore them and continue my business.
That is if I am not interested.
"Thank you for coming. Money please" I said trying to control my anger.
Though it was the middle of the night, I was not expecting him to be desperate.
He seemed like a really rich, decent guy at first.
He smirked, placing a 100 dollar note at the desk.
I quickly turned around to give him his change before realizing he was gone.
"Hmmm? Where did he go?" I wondered.
If he doesn't come back tomorrow for his change, I will as well keep this money in my Piggy bank.
Customers tend to forget their change and come back for it the following day.
But I don't think he would mind if I took his change.
Come on, don't judge me.
He looks rich.
I mean filthy rich.
I don't think he will mind if I take the remaining balance.
Yvonne came out with a bag hanging on her shoulders as I came out from my trance on what to do with the change.
"Ivy Let's go"she stated.
She closed the windows while I switched off the lights and moved aside for her to lock the marts.
We both left the mart and parted ways at some point.
Afterwards, I continued the journey alone, humming to myself. I hadn't walked too far when I heard a sharp scream.
It sent a shiver down my spine.
I tried ignoring it but then I heard it again. Out of curiosity, I traced the sound and led myself to an abandoned building.
I witnessed a man being tied to a chair bleeding.
The scenery was horrific.
Then my eyes noticed a shadow behind the tied up man.
I watched as the person stood walking right in front of the man and I froze.
It was the same man from the mart.
At that moment I heard a faint bang.
He had shot the man with a silencer.
I instantly screamed, but then realized my mistake.
The man's eyes turned to me, and I instantly turned around, running.