Sorry for being MIA. I have been busy work, but I am back and ready to keep writing.
The day was done, night had begun, and Adelaide was working late at the cafe. She was taking a break from cleaning the cups and started writing down ideas for poetry. "Okay, what's a good poem?" she said to herself. She then heard tapping on glass. She turned her head and saw that it was Raymond. She grabbed her key and unlocked the door. "Are you here to attack the cafe while I'm the one who could defend it?" she asked him with her arms folded.
Raymond shook his head. "I saw that you were still here and I wanted to see if you were okay after the battle," he asked.
Adelaide looked confused. "Really, why? Aren't you an evil robot?" she asked, hoping for some clarity.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't worried about a beautiful girl," he said as took her hand and gave it a light kiss. It made her blush and she quickly took back her hand. "Sorry, about that. I guess that was a bit forceful of me."
Adelaide sighed. "Sorry about that. I'm fine. I am just here to make sure everything is set for tomorrow's breakfast and lunch rush. I was taking a break to write some poems," she explained.
"You write poetry? Maybe I can read some, do you have any on you right now?" Raymond asked.
Adelaide was surprised. She never thought someone evil could like poetry. "Are you making fun of me?" she asked in slightly irritated voice.
Raymond was confused and shook his head. "No, believe it or not I find poetry is soothing way to focus the mind and mentally prepare for future battles. So, please will you let me read your poetry?" he said as placed his metal index finger on her chin and gave it a light tickle.
Adelaide blushed before letting out a some squeak and quickly backed away and turned away from him, trying to hide her blushing face. She could hear him snickering from behind. "Please don't laugh at me! I know you're evil, but still," she said in an embarrassed voice.
"No,no, it's not that. You're just really cute when you look like that," he said while still laughing.
She could feel her hurt beating like a rock and roll drum. "I do have my old poetry journal, I always carry it with me to find some new inspiration from old ideas. You can read a few of them, You can take it home and read them. But I need it back soon, I don't like being without it for very long. Can you promise me nothing will happen to it?" she asked as she went into her backpack and took out an old beat up hard-back notebook and gave it to him.
Raymond nodded. "I pinky promise," he said as he extended his pinky in the air. She smiled and interlocked their pinkies together.
"I better get back to cleaning the cups, I guess I'll be seeing you," she said before heading back to the kitchen. Raymond left the cafe and went back to Boxmore. As she cleaned the dishes she started to think why Raymond was so interested in her and why her heart was beating like crazy. "Why was I blushing, I guess I never met a boy who like poetry. Raymond maybe evil, but I think he has a kind heart."
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