I jolted awake, very disorientated, reaching for the windows. The bright sunlight seeping in through the louvers. I will be dead today from Mr Patrick's constant scolding. And I know it.
In about a few minutes, I was done and rushing towards the coffee shop. Michael was right at the entrance when I arrived.
The moment I saw him, I quickly ran to him, hugging him so tightly. He fizzled under my tight compression. “Is everything okay?” Taken aback by my tight hug.
I broke loose immediately, taking a step back. Not realizing how terrified I’ve been in the last few days.
“I’m sorry. “I… I just needed to see you”, I lied.
“You good? You look so shaken.”
I forced a smile, trying to brush off all of my fears. “I’m fine, just a rough night. I’ve not opened the shop in days. You must have bee
