Chapter Three

Caisi neared the entrance of the coffee shop. It was now close enough that she could read the sign. Julie's Coffee. Simple, but nice. It wasn't very original but made it seem welcoming. Caisi pushed open the door, and smiled as there was a soft chime that signal when a customer entered.

She walked to the counter, accompanied by an elder woman. She had a signature coffee shop green apron, that read Julie's Coffee. There was no name tag, odd. And there seemed to be no other workers. Even weirder. The shop wasn't busy, there was mostly elders, unsurprisingly.

"Hellow, Hun, what can I get for you?" The woman at the counter asked.

"Iced coffee, cream and sugar. Small, pretty please." Caisi said, smiling. She liked the friendliness of this woman. It felt good after being mistreated for a long, long time.

The woman nodded her head, and filled the cup up with ice.

"I'm Julie, by the way." Julie, the elder woman, said to Caisi. Caisi was shocked. She expected Julie to be some hipster lady. But, no.

"I'm Caisi, I love this place.. Even though it's the first time I've been here." Caisi rambled on, as Julie poured the coffee into her cup, and added the cream and sugar.

"If I may ask, how come there are bruises on your arms?" Julie asked, concern filled her face. She was like a grandmother.

"It's a highly long story." Caisi said, softly, embarrassed Julie had noticed.

"If you'd like to share, we can go on back, after closing. And talk." Julie asked. Caisi nodded her head, happy with the chance to tell someone that would less likely notify the police. Caisi could be friends with Julie, right? It's better then nothing.

Caisi took her coffee, and started to look through her purse for the money.

"Oh no, sweetheart. I'm getting a story out of you, so it's on the house." Julie said, kindly.

Wow, Caisi wasn't really expecting that.

There was another soft chime from the door. Then a scuffle of feet, someone who wasn't able to pick up there feet when they walk. Caisi turned to look at who had entered,

It was him.

A/N: Bleeeeehhhh, terrible chapter I know. But I'm so late! I'm having writer's block on this sorry, any ideas to help me? I'll dedicate the chapter of you even attempt to help me. I'm beging you!

Beanie