I put my car into park and got out. I smoothed down the black hair in my braid and checked my outfit in my rearview mirror. I straightened the black cardigan before walking into the quiet coffee shop I worked at.

When I walked in I could smell the warm, welcoming aroma of freshly ground coffee beans that I had gotten accustom to over the past year. I tied on the black half-apron and started wiping counters.

"Selena!" screeched the voice I dreaded. I turned back and looked at Cynthia. She was another girl that worked here. She was a few years older then myself. She acted like she ran the shop. "I expect everything to be absolutely perfect tomorrow morning."

I sighed, "I know."

"Don't use that tone with me!" Cynthia snapped and then left.

I rolled my eyes at her retreating figure. The funny thing was I worked here longer. I figured it wasn't worth arguing about. I waited until I saw her car drive off before I changed the music from her classical to a playlist with new music that people actually liked.

For most of the time I enjoyed my job, the people that came into the shop were mostly hipsters. Anyone who felt they had the right to be rude usually went to Starbucks and other popular coffee shops. The place was usually pretty empty with only one or two customers at a time so I worked by myself. I didn't really mind being by myself though, it gave me time to think.

Time passed by quickly, later in the night the entire store was empty and I started making a coffee for myself when I heard the bell above the door ring. I turned about to say hello when I stopped. It was they boy from the beach yesterday. What was he doing here? Then it hit me; he was here for coffee.

"Hey, you're the girl from the beach, right?"

I nodded "Yeah, I take it you're here for some coffee then?"

"Coffee? Oh yeah," It was like he had forgotten what he came here for. "I'll have a regular black coffee," he ordered.

I nodded and punched in the order and gave him his total. He paid and I went to pour his coffee.

"Selena was it?" he asked as I handed it to him.

I nodded "Yep, and you were… Blake?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded "Yeah, sorry if I caused any trouble with you or your boyfriend."

I shrugged. "It's alright, he's just a bit over-protective."

Blake nodded "Doesn't it bother you? Him always being around and being possessive?"

I shook my head "Not at all, he's sweet and kind and just wants to do what's best."

"Have you two dated long?" He asked.

"It was two years a few months ago, but I knew him since grade 2," I told him, I wasn't sure why I was answering his questions, but it just felt easy to talk to him.

Blake nodded with a thoughtful look on the face, "Well, If you trust him… then go ahead, but he isn't telling you everything."

I frowned "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Ask him yourself," Blake said and then left the shop. I stared after him, dumbstruck, what was he talking about?

I thought about that for a while, trying to figure out what he meant. I was still thinking about that when someone else came into the shop.

"Hi there, what can I get for you?" I asked the man who came in. He had on a black hoodie with the hood pulled up to cover his dark brown hair. I could barely see his face behind the hood and the glasses. Just looking at him made me feel a bit worried. I took his order quickly and poured the coffee as fast as I could. I could feel his stare on my back. It was times like these I hated being the only one in the store.

"Here you go, have a nice evening." I said, sounding like a robot as I set the coffees on the counter in front of me. Even as I set down the coffee he continued to stare, his gaze didn't waver from me.

"Sir, your coffee…?" I asked.

He nodded "yes," he said in a low, dangerous sounding voice.

He grabbed the coffees and left the shop.

I shivered slightly as he left, freaked out by what happened.

I turned around to put on another pot of coffee but when I turned around I saw The man just standing there, staring into the window. I jumped and scrambled back until I felt the back of my legs hit the counter. The man's mouth curved into a smirk and then he left. When I saw him drive away I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That was awful.

I checked the clock and smiled with relief when I saw it was time to close. I quickly ran up to the front door and locked it and then started cleaning. About half an hour later I could finally go home. I closed up the shop and got into my car. I made sure to lock my door as soon as I got in. It was dark out as I drove home, I was one of the only cars on the road as I drove home. When I got to my neighborhood the streetlights were a bit further apart causing dark spots in between them.

I pulled into the driveway behind my mom's car and locked it as I got out. I got to the front door and was about to pull out my key but I paused. The door was slightly ajar. I frowned; my mom should be in bed by now. Why was the door opened?

I pushed it the rest of the way open and stepped in. The house was pitch black and it was absolutely devoid of sound.

"Mom…?"