ch 2

Waking up at home, clover was glad that he didn't have work until the late evening.

Yawning, he looks around for his phone

"uggh.... What time is it?"

slowly getting up, in a slouched position he checked his phone for the time

" hmm.. it's 10:30"

realizing that he could still sleep in, he relaxed back down.

before he fell asleep he thought back to what he had seen (why did that little girl have hooves and a tail? )

realizing that's a idiotic thought,he ignores it and slowly gets up to make breakfast. ( that was more than likely an hallucination from the lack of sleep and the lights turning back on so fast. )

He prepares his breakfast which is basically random stuff he found, rummaging throughout his fridge.

Finishing up, he sits on the couch and begins to think about the man from last night

( why did he give me such a uncomfy feeling) the thought of the man gives him a weird feeling in the back of his mind. ( I hope that little girl is safe, maybe I should have verified more thoroughly ) he starts to zone out from worry, debating on the events of last night.

after thinking about it some more, he checked the time.

"12:45"

" shit, i better get ready"

hurriedly putting the dishes inside of the sink he rushes into his room to get dressed. Locking the door he walks to the elevator.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he takes it out of his pocket and sees his friend, Noah calling him.

"What's up?"

" dude have you heard the news"

hearing his friend's excitement, he can tell that this is nothing he knows about.

"nope, but I'm pretty sure your going to tell me"

He said smiling

"obviously! You didn't hear this from me but I heard the boss is having a secret relationship with his secretary!"

Walking out of the elevator, clover raises his eyebrows, a little shocked but not surprised considering how much of a douche his boss is.

"wait... why are you happy about that?"

"because I walked in on them making out and now the boss is paying away my silence with a bonus"

Noah explains, obviously excited by his tone.

why'll talking he walked out side his complex, and stoped by the bus stop

"good for you but don't you feel bad for his lover?"

" I would if it wasn't prime knowledge for gossipers that his wife cheated first"

Hearing this, clover laughs, his sympathy for the woman, immediately evaporating from his system.

stepping inside the bus, he pays the fare and sits down. grabbing his bag, he pulls it closer towards him, knowing he's going towards a more dingy destination for work.

"of course you would know that." He laughs

"anyways I'll talk to you later Noah, bye"

"aww... well alright, call me back, bye~"

hanging up, he sighes, slouching down on his seat.

(I wish I could get more sleep lately. Work has been stretching me thin)

stopping himself from falling asleep he started to think about what he should do on his time off.

(Maybe I should go to a restaurant, have a me -day to treat myself. I should also go to the church more often, I haven't seen pastor Davis in a while) thinking about the pastor, clover smiles, a nostalgic feeling blanketing him with the thoughts of his childhood.

Seeing the bus coming to his stop he gets of and checks his phone for the time

"1:50"

realizing that he might be late he starts to jog to the bakery across the street.

"Wow darling, and her I might have thought you might have been late for the first time"

glancing back to Susan, a blonde southern woman, he laughed jokingly

"and you'll never see me late unlike a certain someone"

Hearing his jab, the woman laughs.

he smiles, walking behind the staff door to get changed into his uniform on which consisted of a white button up, black slacks and an apron.

Locking his stuff inside his locker, he goes to the front to switch staffs and clock in, taking the orders of the next few customers

Hearing the front doorbell ring,he greets the new incoming customers 

"Hi, welcome to sweet&savory "

glancing over to the door, a strong chill ran down his spine.

(why do these people give me the same feeling as the man from last night)

seeing them walk over, the need to get away is getting stronger. He feels a overwhelming urge to run away before something bad happens.

"Um... hi welcome to sweet&savory.... What would you like?"

Trying to avoid eye contact, clover started focusing on what they were wearing, distracting himself from his overwhelming gut feeling. Wiping the counters with vigor.

The first man on the right is tall, so pale you could compare him to snow, with short platinum blonde hair, wearing a black turtleneck, long black pants with a brown trench coat.

The man on the right is tan, having a huge scar on his throat,

he's wearing a white shirt, ripped jeans & a red jacket.

Glancing to the guy on the right he was the first one to tell him his order.

"1 black coffee and 4 apricot danish's"

"and I'll have a sweet tea and 2 Chinese custard tarts"

typing in their order he tells them how much it'll cost.

" okay that'll be $35.69"

receiving the money, he starts grabbing the pastries, turning around to make their drinks.

(I don't feel comfortable having my back turned so I need to hurry)

while making their drinks he hears them talking in another foreign language.

( weird.... I've never heard a language that has ever sounded like that)

brushing past that fact he turns around to give them their order,

seeing their piercing gaze,

he avoids eye contact hoping that they'll hurry and get out of the line.

Smirking the one on the right started to ask clover a question

"this might be weird question to ask, but do you believe in things that the human eye can't see, something that people can't prove the existence of?"

Confused, clover thought about it for a moment

"I guess so... well I may not be right, but I think that they'll always be something new or unknown that hasn't been discovered or proven"

hearing his answer the two guys smile and leaves, thanking him for the intriguing answer.

After some hours past, clover checks the time

" 7:30"

realizing that it's time for him to clock out, he cleans up and walks to the back yelling out a goodbye to Susan.

Signing, clover feels exhausted.

(I swear I need a 15 hour nap after that whole ordeal)

while changing clover contemplated why they

asked such a question and why the men he's been running into have been giving gut punches for warnings.

( maybe I'm being paranoid because of what happened last night)

locking his locker he walks out of the bakery, walking to a convenience store for a small lunchbox he can eat while he walks to his next job.

Suddenly he has this deep inkling feeling of being watched. Confusing it with his exhaustion, he paces faster towards the store. filling up and taking a short pit stop at the park since it's right next to his second job.