To Deliver A Package

As I worked on the very day I was supposed to go deliver the supposed “package “to the Danger Blaze mafia club, my eyes was trained on the overhead wall clock at the cafe and bar and boy the time flew so fast that each passing hour made my heart skip a hundred beats.

Alex noticed my lack of concentration when I spilled beer on the table and he definitely wasn’t happy about it.

“Keep whatever is bothering you out of my bar Claire and focus”

I only apologized and he shook his head and left but not before I heard him mutter something along the lines of “I just hope she’s okay “underneath his breath.

I wanted to tell him I wasn’t and that I was going crazy and that I was scared but I stuck to cleaning the spilled beer instead.

The bar closes up at 9pm every night and a little past 10 on rush hour fridays. Today was Monday and so I closed up at exactly 9pm .

I had just an hour to get myself ready to deliver the godforsaken package.

….he hates latecomers

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