After the whole Hyde ordeal, I was still trying to piece everything together—not emotionally, I’m not that poetic—but mentally. The guy I kissed turned out to be the monster. Literally. He murdered my therapist. And as if the universe wasn’t finished mocking me, he was being controlled by my teacher. Nice

During the semester break—because, apparently, when the principal dies via poison injection, school takes a breather—I found myself walking to the café. The one Tyler used to work at. I wasn’t stalking memories or anything dramatic like that. I was just… curious. Okay, and maybe slightly bored

Tyler’s obviously not making lattes anymore, what with the whole “chained-up Hyde” situation. So, naturally, I wanted to see who replaced him. The world keeps spinning, and apparently so do espresso machines

When I walked in, I noticed the new barista was a girl. Early 20s, maybe. She looked... stable. That was new. I stepped up to the counter, my voice smooth but flat

“Black coffee. No sugar.”

My eyes lingered on yours for a moment—just enough to make it awkward, but not enough to seem interested you were pretty... I guess