everyday, we have the same customer.
he's a young man, maybe in his mid-to-early twenties.
his chocolate brown hair was always tussled and messy.
his posture was hunched over, yet he seemed proud of himself, somehow.
all-in-all, he was a bit strange to have around.
just another face to have in the café.
but his eyes, they were a whole other story to tell.
they were a green-turquoise, as clear as the ocean in hawaii, and held obvious determination.
no one could tell what the determination was for, possibly a job? a date?
it was hard to tell when we were all rushing around with different orders.
though, he never speaks to anyone when he comes in.
only to the barista, mira was her name, to place his order.
a coffee with three sugars and a dash of creamer.
he thanks her with a nod and places $3.48 on the counter.
then he goes outside and sits on the bench near the road.
everyday, we have the same customer.
no one questioned his motives when he walked in, daily.
he orders his drink, pays, and leaves.
but today, he loitered around the cashier a little longer than usual.
he looked up, his determined green-turquoise eyes shining with a hint of something new.
he smiled at me, the cashier, and whispered something only i could hear.
"i'll murder them all," he said to me. "and you'll be the first to go."
he payed, and left.
everyday, we have the same customer.
he's a young man, maybe in his mid-to-early twenties.
his chocolate brown hair was always tussled and messy.
his posture was hunched over, yet he seemed proud of himself, somehow.
all-in-all, he was a bit strange to have around.
just another face to have in the café.
but his eyes, they were a whole other story to tell.
they were a green-turquoise, as clear as the ocean in hawaii, and held obvious determination.
determination to kill.