Chapter 9
296 Words
I woke up extremely hungover. A punishment for my sins the previous night. Thank God I had today off because I don’t think I would have managed a shift feeling this awful. I groaned and slowly got out of bed to make myself some coffee. Coffee would fix this. “It has to,” I said in a silent prayer.
After I gulped my coffee down, I realised I needed to eat, and judging by the state of my fridge, I was going to have to go out. I could go and get my favorite bagel from Kamilsky’s, and grab it to go, as well as any iced coffee.
I put on my dungarees, a cute tank top and Birkenstocks to make the trek to the shop. I slowly cleared my mind, excited about my off day. I had needed one for a while, and I was going to try and make the most of it, despite this raging hangover. I walked in, got my goodies and decided to walk to the park that was nearby, to soak in all the nature goodness. I was halfway through my bagel when I felt eyes staring at me. I looked around, trying to locate the creeper, when my eyes fell on an unfamiliar face.
Next thing I know, Conrad was having a heated argument with the stranger, and I couldn’t help but be curious. Conrad was again, stalking me. I suppose he had good reason. He felt my life was at stake, so I couldn’t really blame him. And I must admit, I was sleeping better knowing that he was here.
So who was this stranger that Conrad seemed to know? And why did I have a sneaking suspicion that I was at the center of their conversation?
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