5. Little Kitten

Ava was walking down the street. She woke up early, had a shower, got ready, and quickly had a sandwich and coffee before stepping out. She checked the time and there were still twenty minutes left before the bakery opened. 

She was going through her phone when she heard a yelp. Her eyes snapped up and she noticed a cyclist bumping against something he lost balance and the next thing he crashed into her as they tumbled down. 

She winced in pain feeling weight on top of her. "Oh, I'm sorry," The person quickly moved back and she tried to sit up but a whimper left her lips feeling pain in her arm. 

She looked down to find blood. She got her arm scratched through something from the cycle. 

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" The guy asked, panicking as he saw the blood. Grabbing his handkerchief he wiped the blood. More people approached as a lady helped her to the street cafe and helped her sit on the chair. The guy wiped her blood. It was a small cut. 

After a couple of minutes, it stopped bleeding. "I'm sorry, we can go to the hospital. I'll pay all the medical bills," He said, looking genuinely worried for her. 

"It's alright. It's just a small cut. You didn't do it intentionally. So please don't worry," Ava said politely as someone offered her water. She thanked the waitress and drank the water before pulling to her feet. 

She assured the guy not to worry and told him to be safe before making her way to the bakery. 

The cyclist stared at the bloodied handkerchief and began writing a text. "I've got her blood sample, beta."

Grabbing his cycle from the floor he left from there. 

Ava greeted Vanessa who was opening the bakery. Both the girls got to work. Vanessa stepped into the kitchen as Ava helped her because there were no customers yet. Ava set the stuff on the front as the customers began to pile in. 

She smiled and greeted them. In the afternoon she took a lunch break and then got to work again. She has been working at the bakery for three days now and was getting a hang of it.

"Ava, brownies are ready," Vanessa yelled from the kitchen as Ava grabbed the tray and hurried back to the counter setting them on their spots when she heard the bell on the door dinged. 

She quickly removed her gloves and tossed them in the bin while putting the tray away. Her eyes flitted up to glance at the person and she took a double look. Her eyes widened slightly as she gaped at the man who walked into the bakery. 

Ava was gobsmacked at how handsome the man was. He was tall, probably 6'2, strong physique donned in an expensive black suit. His jet-black hair was gelled back elegantly and tied into a bun. Thick black brows, gorgeous lashes that would put any girl to shame, his nose was slightly crooked as if it had once broken before, sharp jaw featuring a trimmed beard. Her eyes fell on his hands and they were fully tattooed, the tattoos on his knuckles stood out. 

The person came to a pause right in front of her and her eyes snapped up. She was taken off guard by those stormy grey eyes that pierced right through her soul. 

His eyes were the most beautiful shade of grey she had ever seen. Just like the stormy clouds before the lethal rumble.

"Good evening," His velvety voice filled the void with ease. It was so deep and authoritative. Enough to pull her out of her trance. 

Ava didn't realize she had stopped breathing. She took in a sharp breath and sealed her parted lips in a thin line before dropping her gaze to the counter and awkwardly tucking the rogue strand behind her ear. 

Good Lord! He was so handsome but how could she shamelessly ogle a customer? 'Get a grip on yourself,' she scolded herself and forced a professional smile on her lips before facing the man again. 

"Good evening, sir. Welcome to William's. What would you like to order?" She asked politely. 

The man seemed to be still as a statue. With one of his hands tucked in his pocket, he scrutinized her causing her to drop her gaze. Did he notice that she checked him out and now he was mad? 

"A cake," He said after a long excruciating pause. She beamed at him as he pointed at the red velvet cake. 

"That'll be..." She told him the price and he forwarded her a shiny black card. She gaped at the card for a couple of seconds before grabbing it carefully. She charged the card and handed it back to him. He seemed filthy rich. So why would he buy something from the downtown bakery or most importantly what was a person like him doing in Greenwich Village? 

"Would you like me to write a wish or a name on it?" She asked softly. 

"Aiden," He rasped, earning a meek glance from her. 

"Do you want to put only a name?" She asked. 

"That's my name," His tone was sweetly calm and magnetic. 

"Oh," Was all she could utter. 

He was telling her his name!

"Just pack it as it is," He said and she passed him a smile. "Okay," She packed the cake and then handed the shopping bag to him. He stared at it for a few seconds before meeting her eyes. She was looking at him expectantly. 

"What's your name?" He asked and she was taken off guard for a second before she schooled her expressions. 

"Ava," She divulged. 

"Ava," The way her name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down her spine as she lowered her gaze. 

The man smirked seeing her reaction. "I'll meet you again, Ava." He asserted in all seriousness, grabbed the cake, and stepped out of the bakery. Walking further down the street, he tossed the shopping bag in the dark alley and continued walking. Lighting up his cigarette he dragged it before exhaling smoke. 

That girl didn't seem to know him. She didn't recognize him at all. He grinned recalling those shining hazel eyes. She looked like a small snowy kitten. 

That little kitten seemed intrigued by him. He thought she'd be screaming for her life after recognising him but that didn't happen. Instead, she seemed awed by him. 

Interesting. 

Things were getting so exciting. 

He'd love to see where he could take all of this. Humans were so f*cking stupid. He couldn't wipe the sadistic grin off his face. 

"Who will save you now, little kitten."