LOCATION: Just outside Java Cafe WHEN: Monday, around 5pm STATUS: closed | @laurelgavaris
——It felt as if Leon hadn’t slept in days, and he hadn’t. Everything that had happened at the night market kept replying in his head, like a scene from a horror movie he couldn’t shake it off every time he tried closing his eyes. Luckily, he didn’t have to work on the weekend, so cooping up at home was what he managed to do. Coffee mugs, cans of energy drinks to be thrown away and lots of take-outs. In his family’s grimoire, he found cleansing spells for the apartment to try and keep the spirits away and was able to feel less uneasy, but that---that fear, that desperation never really went away. He didn’t know what to do with himself, he had no one to turn to... perhaps that was the scariest part of it all. Not know who to run to.
For his whole shift on Monday, he seemed to be out of himself. On autopilot or something. Faking smiles when greeting customers, faking smiles when giving coffee and keeping an eye on the clock so he could go back home. A backpack over his shoulders, he said goodbye to whoever was taking over after him, and left the place, bumping into someone on his way out. Rubbing his hand over his face, Leon sighed. “Sorry, it was totally my fault, I---” Leon finally recognized the person he had bumped into, and he kind of wished he hadn’t. “Hey, Laurel. Looks like I’m always messing up around you, huh?” Letting out a dry chuckle, Leon shook his head a little. “Well... see you around, then.”
