Hi guys its me again!
I want to thank ichigo1508 for giving ths story the first review. I really appreciate it and I'm glad you like it :D
So occasionally I will be posting "filler" chapters kind of like this one. I'd rather do something with a little effort than nothing at all. Keeps the ideas flowing ha.
P.S filler chapters won't have a title attached to them besides the chapter number :)
The sun was up around 6:30 the next morning. The streets were already filled with tourists and natives by 9 am, filtering in and out of shops. The Lotus has been open for a half hour or so and was still left with no onions and carrots. Miss Sidney was furiously dialing the same number over and over on the little Den Den Mushi. The poor thing had a scowl of disgust on its little face. "Where is that girl" Miss Sidney hissed. She was livid. Delta failed to show up the night before as well as this morning and she was not picking up her calls. Miss Sidney growled and ran as thin pale hand through her shaggy bangs. Two other employees stood by quietly, afraid to speak up. "Do you know where she is?!" The woman screeched at two of her employees who were cowering in the corner, waiting for her to finish her rampage. Both people shook their heads and backed into the corner more. "Well, she's got another thing coming tonight" Delta groaned in her bed. She hadn't slept one bit. She wasn't even tired anyways. She had gotten annoyed with her Den Den Mushi ringing and took the receiver off the hook some time ago. Delta didn't even want to think about what she had done last night to Miss Sidney and chose to ignore it completely. Delta squinted at her clock on her night stand. It was nearly 9:45. She stretched her arms out and smiled. Working at night had its perks, she at least got to sleep in during the day if she chose. But not today. Delta sat up in her bed and sighed, recalling last night, it seemed so surreal the whole incident. Killer, him carrying her home. Them talking. Her agreeing to come back to him. She was still excited for that. Delta put her thoughts aside and slipped out of bed towards her closet. She picked out something more casual today. A black and grey long sleeved shirt and a black pair of shorts with lace leggings and her boots from last night. That would work. The young woman stood up, holding onto the desk part of her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror, picking at her brown curly hair. She swept some foundation on her skin and some mascara on her tired eyes. "What are you doing?" Delta asked herself. Why was she taking what Killer said to heart? She was following the advice and orders of a complete stranger, two things that could get her in her grave. But every time she thought about it, it gave her those stupid butterflies in her stomach.