Sophia
I poured steaming hot coffee into a cup, the aroma wafting up to greet me. It was a typical morning at the café, with the sounds of sizzling bacon and lively chatter filling the air.
I had been working here for a few days now, and I was starting to get into a rhythm.
The owner, Mrs. Thompson, had taken me under her wing, teaching me the ins and outs of being a waitress.
As I made my way around the café, taking orders and delivering food, I noticed a group of men sitting in the corner.
They were laughing and joking, but there was something about them that didn't sit well with me.
They seemed to be up to no good, their eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and mischief.
One of them, a tall, lanky man with a messy mop of hair, caught my eye.
He raised his hand,
