Take, fill, write, hand. The routine stuck in my head from repeating it so many times. As I start wiping the counter and closing out the register, the little bell rings above the door. Looking up towards the sound, I see a blond head of hair making his way to the furthest table in the corner of the shop. Sitting opposite the window, looking out as light snow began to fall. Doesn 't he know we are closing in five minutes? Why is he here if he isn 't even going to buy something. I swear people like him annoy the hell out of me, coming into the store. I don 't even get a decent tip out of it. Sighing, I stop what I am doing and walk over to him. "Sir," I say. "We 're closing soon." He looks up at me. "How long?" he asks, his rich Irish …show more content…
He looks poor, he 's all dirty, his clothes have rips all over, and you can tell he hasn 't had a shower in ages. I think he 's homeless. I groan. I feel bad for the poor guy. He looks around my age, it 's quite cold outside. It makes me sad when I see someone in this situation. "Let me get you a drink." He snaps his head toward me, shaking it slowly. "I can 't let you." "Too bad." I say, walking towards the coffee maker. I don 't know how he likes it, so I 'll make it simple. Once I finish, I open the cash register to pay with my own money for the drink. Walking back over, I set the coffee down on the table. His eyes follow my every move. He gratefully took the cup, sipping it lightly. "Louis!" Amy yells from behind the counter. I groan. I know what she wants, but I walk over anyways. She 's already talking before I even get there. "Make him leave," she says sternly. I nod. "He knows. I 'll lock up and make sure he gone in time." She smiles, nodding and handing me her keys as she walks towards and out the door. She likes when she doesn 't have to close. "Have a good night!" I call after her. Watching out of the corner of my eye, I saw Niall making a move. He is already done with his coffee? He looks back at me, letting his adorable little smile
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t realize anyone would be here…” I breath dropping my hand from the handle of the large oak door. “Trust me, nobody expects anyone to be here.” He chuckles lightly, pushing his weight off the wall he slowly walks circles around
It’s been eight years since Malik received the guilty verdict and was sentenced to life without parole in the California state prison for the rape and murder of his ex-girlfriend Sara Bolson. He spent everyday crying not because he was guilty but because he was about to spend the rest of his life in prison for a crime he did not commit. New victims with the same M.O. as Sara’s killer have been found all over the city of Los Angeles, so the detectives thought that it was possible that the wrong guy was put away and that the killer is now resurfacing or they may have a copycat trying to be like Malik. However, the three bodies found in the past two weeks had the same bruises and strangulation marks around the neck as Sara did and there was evidence showing the same type of drug used to subdue the victim.
"Good." Tuck smiles. "I-I just... I didn't want you to stay there are get hurt. You don't have to - I mean, I was just gonna lead you to this neighborhood with people like us."
“Not afraid I'm going to run away?” She asked. “No Susan, I know you're not going anywhere.” He replied as he held open the door for her.
Young Thomas Edwards was given orders by his strict mother to run to the farmers market and pick up some eggs from their dear friend Charles. On his way down there he notices people complaining all around him. He chose to ignore it; he thought nothing of it. He continued on his way minding his own business.
I'll be back in one second. Emily smiles. She goes to the back of the room and sits against the wall. She stares at the door smiling.
"Wait!", she says. He turns around and she practically runs into his arms, and hugs him tightly. He hugs her back, and kisses the top of her head. "Bye, Bunny," he whispers in her ear. He let 's go, and leaves.
She laughs and touches his chest. Greg’s in his kitchen pouring rum into glasses. He’s listening to Becky and smiling. Two lines of cocaine on the credit card.
“No, that's why I’m asking genius! Why can’t you just shut up and―” “Yes we can go! We need to get stuff as well.” Ollie interrupts.
Montresor woke up at his usual time, about 6 in the morning, on a cold winter day with the ground frozen white. Knowing what day it was, Montresor said to himself, “Has it really been a year since I committed my act of terror upon Fortunato.” He couldn’t help feel the slightest bit guilty for what he had done. To clear his mind Montresor decided to ask his neighbor to go for a walk.
“Where are we even going?” I ask. “I am going to give you a tour of the city, now that I have done my errand.” He said that with a look of pleasure. “Okay.”
“Anyone we know.” “No, they appear to be homeless. They’re not in the system. Sadly, no one’s looking for them.” “Homeless, that’s different.
she asked. "You kin lay down on our mattress an ' rest." He looked up at her, drawn by her soft voice. " Come on now," she said.
“Sometimes I scare me, too.” To Alexei’s credit, he doesn’t follow. I can feel him watching me, though, his blue eyes tracking my every move. “You know I’m here if you need me, don’t you?” he calls out.
Andy shook uncontrollably. “I waited at the pub as James had asked. There was a commotion outside. Someone ran in screaming to call the police.”