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Chapter 42

I walked into my first day of work and was greeted by the smells of varieties of coffees. The Bean was a little corner coffee shop in downtown Port Angeles and was evidently quite the place to hang out. A group of six or seven teenagers sat in the corner with tables they had pulled together. Dotted throughout the rest of the shop were people of all ages with their noses either in a book or a laptop.

"You the new girl?" A voice called out from behind the counter. I turned and was greeted by a peppy blonde haired girl who was probably my age. She stuck out her hand for me to shake. "Hi I'm Abbi, I'm the manager." She flashed a bright smile and her blonde curls bounced and she stepped forward.

I smiled, careful not to reveal my sharp teeth and shook her hand gently like a real woman should. "I'm Leah." I quickly pulled my hand away so I wouldn't scald her. Despite being the smallest in the pack I towered over her and I felt self conscious of my muscles that protruded underneath my shirt. I should have worn something baggier.

"That's great! I'm so glad you're here. So I hope you don't mind me asking but are you like an Indian or something?" She cocked her head to the side.

I flinched but continued to smile. "Yeah I'm Quileute. I'm from La Push."

She nodded, "I was just wondering," I saw her eye my short hair suspiciously. "Ok, so let me show you how to do everything!"

She never stopped smiling as she showed me around, pointing out the different machines and coffees. After she was done she turned back to me and said, "Ok, I'm sure you're gonna love it here. Now let's try you out!"

The next customer wanted a large French Vanilla Cappuccino, I was a little confused at first since for some reason the large cups weren't really larges. But I was able to figure it out and went to work mixing everything together. As I was pouring the hot milk I was bumped from behind and the liquid went all over my hand.

"Oh my gosh!" Abbi screamed and pulled the cup from my hand. "That's gonna blister, here run it under the sink."

"No I'll be fine." It was already starting to heal actually. But she insisted and she dragged me over to the sink. I tried to act like it hurt and pinched my hand hard to make it red.

"Oh what a first day, eh?" She smiled nervously as the water ran over my healed hand.

"Oh, yeah." I smiled weakly.

"This doesn't happen a lot, don't worry." She giggled and I joined in to play along.

"I think it's ok now, sorry about that." I muttered, pulling my hand from the sink.

"Oh its fine!"

The rest of the day went fine, my shift was the late shift from 5 to 10. I was wiping counters off late that night right before closing when I had a sudden urge to look out the big bay window at the front of the store. I fought it for a bit, figuring it was nothing but then I looked up . . . and time stopped.

Jogging under a street light was a tall man in sweat pants and under armor. He was looking at me but was continuing his pace. His eyes were a crystal blue and seemed to sparkle in the dim lighting. His hair was a honey blonde and fell in locks over his forehead. For a second it didn't seem like there was anyone else in the world. I couldn't imagine there being anyone else in this world than that man. How could I have ever thought I loved . . . what's his name.

But in my life, all good things come to an end. Someone somewhere hit the play button in my life and the man jogged out of sight.