POV Killian
While we wait for the security footage to load, the young barista fills in the gaps.
— She was beautiful. So sweet. I wish all our customers were like her. — she gushes, her smile still dreamy. — She bought a box of cookies and asked if she could use the side exit because she parked on the street behind the building.
She glances between me and the manager, uncertainty flashing across her face.
— Was that… wrong?
— No. — I say, keeping my voice level. Though inside, the fact she said yes is killing me. If she’d said no, the woman would’ve had to walk right past me. — Have you seen her before?
The girl shakes her head.
— I don’t think so. She seemed like she was from out of town.
— Why do you say that?
— She said she missed our pastries. That she couldn’t have them of
