"So, how's school going?" Asks Sarah, my coworker. She is ten years older than me and makes me feel like she is a family friend. She is there for me. She has blonde hair cut into a bob and dark mint green eyes. Her skin is tan from all the gardening she does and her daily swim.
"It's been fine," I reply tiredly.
As I replace the coffee syrups, I notice a sandy-coloured dog sitting at the window. It has this evil look in its eyes. Ears standing tall, flicking at the slightest noise. Every time I move, its eyes travel with me.
That dog is creepy.
I try to ignore it the best that I can.
I make two more coffees for some customers, but when I glance at the window, the dog was not there. A weird feeling washes over me. How could the dog leave when it was so focused on me. Did it get bored, or did it find what it was looking for? That dog seemed almost human.
"Excuse me," a man with short sandy blonde hair came up to the counter ready to order. He has amber coloured eyes, but there is something in them that made me feel bad things are about to happen. Even his grin had something sinister about it. All he wears is a white t-shirt and jeans, boots covering his feet. He just looks like your average Joe you see every day.
"Hello, what I get for you today?" I ask with a smile.
"A cap, please." He grins looking even eviler than before.
I make his coffee in a takeaway cup and hand it over. He pays and leaves quite quickly. I feel relief.
A couple of minutes later, my legs shake as a feeling of weakness took over. I manage to make my way behind the bench after finishing wiping over a table when a customer leaves. Sarah came to my side when she was done with a customer.
"Are you alright?" She asks, concern laced into her voice.
"Just a little shaky," I answer back.
"Go take your break now since we are not busy, and check your blood levels."
"Okay,"
I stumble into the break room opposite the kitchen. With the wall as my aid, I walk to the lockers and grab my bag heading to the table in the middle of the room, I crashed into a chair. I feel dizzy and so weak. I am hot like I had crossed the surface of the sun. When I am steady enough I pull out my blood metre, then test. Waiting for the result.
'1.2 millimoles '
That is low. How is that possible? It dropped so low so quickly. All I did was light work and my blood levels were fine half an hour ago. How?
This all started after that guy ordered his coffee.
Strange.
I quickly eat and drink lemonade to get restore my normal levels and wait for ten minutes before heading back to work. Enough time to recover.
"Alright now?" Sarah asks immediately when she sees I am back.
"All good, thanks."
......
After finishing work I think the walk home will relax me, but I cannot get past all that weirdness. I think the stress of my life is getting to me. The school is bad enough. Why did fate put a white kangaroo in my path? And that dog had such a human look in its eyes, and I couldn't tell the emotions that flared from them. And when that guy ordered his coffee something was off with him as well. What could all this mean?
I let a sigh slip from my lips.
"I'm really over this." I groan.
I walk tiredly down the path when I notice brown eyes on me. It is the dog from the coffee shop that was staring at me in front of the window. He is hidden in some bushes in someone's yard. Our eyes meet. My heart races as a chill runs down my spine. He hasn't done anything and yet I feel like he is already shrinking his fangs deep into my skin. I shake where I stood, our eyes still connected.
Not wanting to stay any longer, I turn quickly and run all the way home. When I reach my front door, I struggle to catch my breath. I glance over my shoulder to see if he followed me and am relieved the dog isn't there.
After taking some deep breaths, I opened the door. What greets me is a guilty-looking pair. I see from where I stood in the doorway, the chaos that ensued while I was away.
I am not happy, to say the least.
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