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Everybody else was in school, I wasn't. I was sitting outside at one of my town's biggest cafés. There was something that had been bugging me for a very long time. I had to figure out what to do. I had been so lost lately that I just needed a place for myself to think and get to rinse my thoughts. I sat at one of the tables furthest away from the entrance and all the other tables. Even thought I had come here to think there was something in my way, making it very hard for me to concentrate. I had come here being lost but very sure to find myself. Now I wasn't so sure anymore. Maybe I didn't want what I thought I wanted. Maybe this was a mistake. I reached for my jacket and was just about to get up from my chair when a memory flashed before my eyes. He was lying on the ground while looking at me. His dark hair was messy and one of his hands was inside his jacket and the other one on the ground. He continued talking and said "Promise me that you will never give up on finding…" I forced the memory to go away before it ended. I already knew what had happened. It had been playing on repeat in my head for weeks. I looked down at my coffee, which I actually didn't like but had bought for some reason, and saw my reflection. My hair which was blonde looked brown and my eyes, which were normally green, now looked light brown. I saw in my reflection as a tear was falling from my eye. I quickly hid my face beneath my hair. Another flash of Martin smiling and shaking his head played in my mind. I closed my eyes and whispered "I promise" as another tear rolled down my cheek. My shoulders relaxed as I felt some of the tension, I had felt the last few days, disappeared. A small smile spread across my face and suddenly I did not feel as lost anymore. Now I had a goal, something to fight for.

I looked up from the coffee and started to look around. I decided to lay low and absorbed the situation from a viewer's perspective, kind of like I was watching a film. Just that there was no script and the camera was my eyes. So as I sat there looking at the people, waiting for my opportunity, I saw many things. For example, a woman sitting very properly with a straight back and her legs beautifully crossed. Her hair was put up in a gorgeous and very classy style. Her green dress was very pretty and she kept on constantly looking at her watch. She was probably waiting for someone, a date or maybe her boss. She was obviously the most well- dressed person at the café. My eyes moved from one table to another to absorb what was happening. A man spilt coffee on his shirt so he stood up and talked to one of the four waitresses. They seemed to connect very well so she stayed there and continued talking to him. A kid dropped his cookie on the ground and he started crying. There were a few about 20-25 year old guys sitting around a table talking and laughing very loud. A couple was sitting around a table of their own and they were clearly in love. An old man was sitting by a table and reading a book. He was so concentrated on reading that he never looked up even when he got his coffee. The waitress had to pat him softly on his shoulder so he would notice. At the table next to me a teenage boy was sitting. He was listening to so loud music so if I listened really closely I could hear which song he listened to. As he listened to his music he was playing a game on his phone. He was in his own little world, oblivious to anything that was going on around him. This was exactly what I needed, perfect. Now I only needed something to serve as a distraction, something to catch people's attention as I did what I had to do. I looked around me again and kept my eyes open for my opportunity. Then another waitress walked out of the café with her arm filled with dishes. She was walking in high heels but her balance was a work in progress, to say the least. She walked past the table with the cute couple and picked up their empty coffee cup. Just as she walked away from the table she almost fell and bumped into one of the chairs. But she managed to keep her balance. She then kept on walking while picking up more and more dishes. This was it, there was my chance. All I needed was her stopping by a costumer so I could create a scene.

I followed the waitress with my eyes and saw as she picked up more and more dishes. She then stopped by the woman with the green dress and gorgeous hair, a perfect choice. I discreetly looked around me to see if any of the costumers were looking at me. Everybody still seemed to be stuck in their own little bubble and none of them seemed to pay attention to me or anyone else. I got up soft and quiet from my chair. Then I walked towards the waitress and coughed loud in her ear while giving her legs a light push. Then I hurried down under the table before anyone would notice what I had done or pay any attention to me. I had barely sat down before I heard dishes falling to the ground and heard a woman scream. Two gorgeous legs uncrossed followed by the high heels crashing down on the ground. People around the table suddenly seemed to wake up from their haze. They turned their head to the yelling woman, some even stood up out of shook from the sudden outburst.

I crawled out from underneath the table and proceeded to walk away from the table in a normal slow pace. To not look suspicious I had to remind myself to keep walking slowly and not to run. After what seemed like ages I finally got to the cash register. There I looked in the corner of my eyes one last time. No one even looked in my direction. My focus changed back to the cash register. I reached for it and opened it. As soon as I'd gotten the register open I began stuffing the money in my pockets. Then I quietly closed it again and walked out of the café.

When I thought I had gained a good enough distance between myself and the café I began running. Had I really just robbed a café? And how much had I been able to get? I did not feel safe enough to check yet. I had to get further away first. So I kept on running. As I ran my heart was racing, I felt an adrenaline rush and my guilt was about to take over. What if that café was struggling or if the owner had kids to take care of. My guilt was coming quite strong, but I had come too far to turn back now. I kept on running and a strange feeling suddenly rose to the surface. Hope.