Looking out at the cars passing by her shop window, 38 year old Alison could only wonder at the repetitiveness of life. Every day she sold coffee to the same businessmen, served the same old lady who lived just down the street and watched the same high schoolers walk past her shop on their way to school. Alison was sick of the repetitiveness of life.
She wanted something - anything - interesting to happen.
Watching the people walk past her window , the woman let a heavy sigh penetrate the silence of her small café. However, it was only a short moment later that the bell above her shop door chimed to signal a new customer. When Alison caught sight of the new comer she felt her lips lift into a smile as the blonde girl walked towards the counter she sat behind while lugging a case that Alison knew contained cello.
"Samantha, what are you doing here?" was how Alison chose to address the young girl she had known for nearly five years.
The blonde turned her bright green eyes from the display case of pastries towards the 38 year old and pouted before saying, "My performance is in two hours and I need cake."
Alison could only laugh at the antics of the girl before her, she had known that Samantha had a big performance today with her cello, after all it was spoken about non-stop by the girl for weeks before hand. Most others had quickly gotten annoyed with the girl but Alison could only find enjoyment in the girls excitement and feel awe at the determination she displayed at such a young age.
Moving towards the back of the store with a chuckle, she moved to find the special triple layered chocolate cake that she had set aside for this very reason. Alison continued to move among the shelves even as she heard the bell above the door chime once again.
"Samantha, what do you want with your cake?" shouted the woman towards the front of the store, she could get to the next customer when she returned with the cake.
Hearing no response from the blonde, the woman grew curious as to what had distracted the girl this time. However, when she entered the front of the building, cake in hand, and saw exactly what had distracted the girl her curious words died within her throat.
Standing before her was a man dressed in black who had a tight grip on the blonde standing in front of him, but it wasn't the appearance of the man or how his grip was beginning to bruise the pale girls skin that held Alison's attention.
It was the gun he was pointing straight at Samantha's head.