“Hi! Welcome to Lesta’s Café, can I get you anything miss?” I quickly nodded and pulled out my black wallet. “Can I get a banana mocha please.” I smiled at the chirpy brunette that was standing behind the cash register. “Of course! That’ll be four twenty eight.” I handed over the money and made my way to the other end of the counter.
Unconsciously I skimmed over the faces of the people at the café. Most were people in high school or in college. It was a quaint little café, I wonder why I never came in.
“Banana Mocha!” my eyes snapped back to the counter to see the same girl handing me my drink. I gave her a small smile and walked away with a thanks.
As I sat down at the table at the very back of the café, I looked down at my cell, 7:55. She had five minutes to walk through those doors o
