Ellen wiped her hands on her apron and sighed, looking down at her watch.
'What time's it now El?' Peter the chef asked as he caught her looking.
'1:10am' she said, pushing her hair from her face and bending down to rub her throbbing feet, she'd been here since midday and she was beginning to show the signs of exhaustion, finding it harder and harder to keep the smile up.
'No ones here, lets just close early' Peter said and Ellen breathed a sigh of relief.
'You're sure that's okay?' she asked and Peter smiled.
'You know what, you head home, I can finish up here, you've got the 7am shift tomorrow right? Best you get some sleep.'
He was right, there was no way she would be able to keep her eyes open tomorrow if she didnt go to bed soon. She thanked Peter several times before running out the door before he could change his mind.
It was a chilly night, but luckily she only lived about ten minutes walk away from the cafe she worked at. She had been working there a month, ever since she had moved to the sleepy town of Blytton, a place she had randomly picked as it reminded her of her favourite author Enid Blyton. She was alone here, and she liked it that way. It was peaceful, if sometimes a little lonely. But at twenty, she was too old to be living with her parents, so had taken the plunge and moved far far from home.
She breathed warm air into her cupped hands as she walked in an attempt to warm her freezing fingertips, but to no avail. Her footsteps were loud in her ears, every step seemed to echo around the empty town. Or... maybe not so empty?
Ahead of her she saw a figure leaning against the metal gate of the church graveyard, he seemed to be in his own world but as she walked closer to him he looked up at her. She broke the gaze, looking down, feeling a spark of nervousness for having to walk right past the stranger, but then realised she probably looked very rude.
As she got closer, she looked at him and smiled awkwardly.
'Evening' she said, trying to sound light.
The stranger didn't respond, instead his face looked confused and alarmed which made her smile drop, assuming she had done something wrong, and in a mixture of embarrasment and fear she sped up her walk only looking back once to see that he was watching her walk away, having stood up from his slouch, but at least not following.
She felt relieved as she shut her flat door behind her, leaning against it and breathing out a long breath. Her heart was racing and she scolded herself internally. There was nothing to be afraid of, the guy was probably just surpised she spoke to him.
'I mean, it's late, I'm a vulnerable woman, naturally most women would have avoided him, perhaps I should have too. But there's nothing I can do about it now' she thought to herself, heading to her bedroom.
Once she was tucked up in bed however she felt a smile cross her face as she remembered the strangers face, and now without the fear that consumed everything else, she could see the beauty in it. The dark hair falling slightly too long over his forehead, the strong brows over dark, but bright eyes; chisled cheek bones on a white marbled face leading to a soft set mouth, that had opened slightly in surprise when she spoke.
She couldn't help hoping that she would see the stranger again... little did she know.
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Short Story / Erotica
Book / Erotica