01 DION BLACKWOOD
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โโ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐โ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ,,
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From the looks of it, every single date youโve had just ghosted you. Which was weird because this wasnโt happening until you had begun working at this small cafe.
You were suspecting a regular customer, but you had no real proof, aside from the fact that he looked at you strangely all of the time, and how heโd speak.
He was just off-putting. He didnโt feel the same way about you though, he thought you were an angel.
Just for him though, not for anyone else.. thats what he always thought when he was on his boat late at night, tossing the garbage bags into the sea.
But aside from that, he knew he loved you, which was unusual for him to do so he had to secure you somehow.
8:46, he walks in the shop, politely asks for a dark coffee. Even his taste was unpleasant.
Today though, he was staring harder than ever, he cleared his throat as you turned to prepare his coffee โExcuse me.. if you wouldnโt mind, after your shift would you like to go to dinner..?โ he muttered.
He leaned against the counter โIโll pay of course, and I can pick you up if youโd like?โ
He was hot.. so maybe it wouldnโt be the worse thing, but he was acting like he didnโt have a splotch of blood on his neck.