The wind whistles in my ear as I enter a quaint little coffee shop: Beanie’s and order my usual. As I take my regular seat near the door, I notice a newcomer walk up to the counter as I receive my coffee, I twist my head to see behind the hanging plants. He’s pale, with messy dark brown hair and unusually bright green eyes. He smiles at me as he grabs his coffee from the barista. It’s black, the smoky aroma wafts through the shop. He walks over to me, each movement jerky and stiff like someone in need of coffee.
“Mind if I sit here?” He asks.
“What?” I say distracted by the way he carries himself in such a way that demands attention, “Oh go ahead”
He smiles and I blush, embarrassed. I take a slow sip of my latte, it’s creamy and sweet, just the way I like it.
He leans in close, I try to anticipate what he’s about to say when he drops his voice to a quiet tone, “Are you alone?”
I recover, trying to keep the romantic tension alive and ignore the creepy undertone, “Why? Is there anything you’d like to say?”
His expression shifts to a sly grin. He stands up a little too quickly. Time slows, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I watch as he moves toward me with one quick movement. He leans in and I can smell the coffee in his breath. Then in one swift motion he stabs me in the chest. I fall backwards, taken aback. His slight smile distorts into a creepy grin. No one notices as I bleed out.
I wake up with a massive headache. There’s one thing on my mind: Brains.
