It was my shift again, this time I was later than usual. It was 10:45 and I
was outside again. Sion was supposedly "sick" when we all knew he was off
with Dominique. Of course when the boss told us the news, Kou was roaring
with laugher. He gave Kou a puzzled look and walked off. I just simply
shook my head, and resorted to silence.
While Kou was working, I was expecting Leah to walk in any moment. She always seemed to come in on Sion's shift, and it made me wonder if she was with him, and not Dominique. I sat back thinking constantly about everything, not caring why I had the urge to do so.
I shifted legs and looked at someone passing by, who quickly turned away and hurried on. I can imagine I looked pretty pissed at that moment.
Beside me, a hooded girl in a black coat rounded a corner and came scurrying up the steps. She reached for the door, looked at me and paused. I could not see her face, but I already knew who she was.
Her hand dropped from the door and let go of where she was holding up her hood. It slid down and one feature at a time came into view.
The light from the street lamp lit up her face as she smiled at me, and shyly greeted me. I knew then that she wasn't sneaking around with Sion. It was something else.
"Something wrong?" Leah asked me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring her.
I saw the smile fade away for a second and then reappear, nearly making me forget the troubled look. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine, why?"
"You just weren't here."
"Yeah. Hey!" She said, changing tones. "Where's Kou? This is his shift."
I began wondering why her entrance was so unfitting. She came out of the darkness like she was running or afraid. Shaking that off I answered: "Kou is inside, and Sion is with Dominique."
She pouted. "How come Sion can take off time to be with her, and you can't to be with me?"
This was a new thought for me, not that I hadn't ever thought about actually being with Leah. It was only the fact that I hadn't seen her outside of the bar, and still there was nothing new about her, except this new addition which enticed my curiosity again. I knew beside me, there was nothing but alleys, and I was sure it was not the way she left.
Then again, I had a feeling she was the mistress of deceit. And these feelings of mine. They were usually right.
While Kou was working, I was expecting Leah to walk in any moment. She always seemed to come in on Sion's shift, and it made me wonder if she was with him, and not Dominique. I sat back thinking constantly about everything, not caring why I had the urge to do so.
I shifted legs and looked at someone passing by, who quickly turned away and hurried on. I can imagine I looked pretty pissed at that moment.
Beside me, a hooded girl in a black coat rounded a corner and came scurrying up the steps. She reached for the door, looked at me and paused. I could not see her face, but I already knew who she was.
Her hand dropped from the door and let go of where she was holding up her hood. It slid down and one feature at a time came into view.
The light from the street lamp lit up her face as she smiled at me, and shyly greeted me. I knew then that she wasn't sneaking around with Sion. It was something else.
"Something wrong?" Leah asked me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring her.
I saw the smile fade away for a second and then reappear, nearly making me forget the troubled look. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine, why?"
"You just weren't here."
"Yeah. Hey!" She said, changing tones. "Where's Kou? This is his shift."
I began wondering why her entrance was so unfitting. She came out of the darkness like she was running or afraid. Shaking that off I answered: "Kou is inside, and Sion is with Dominique."
She pouted. "How come Sion can take off time to be with her, and you can't to be with me?"
This was a new thought for me, not that I hadn't ever thought about actually being with Leah. It was only the fact that I hadn't seen her outside of the bar, and still there was nothing new about her, except this new addition which enticed my curiosity again. I knew beside me, there was nothing but alleys, and I was sure it was not the way she left.
Then again, I had a feeling she was the mistress of deceit. And these feelings of mine. They were usually right.
