A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

His fingers glided across her skin until they were no longer there. Anita hung her head and stared to her feet. A frown remained on her lips. "So, what happens to her?" Slowly, she looked up, and her light brown optics met his dark ones. "I can't just kick my friend out and leave her to find a job all on her own."

Kaleb rested his hands on her shoulders and smiled reassuringly. "You won't. I'm not expecting you to do such a thing to her."

"Then, you already have a plan to compensate her?" she asked, still feeling bad for even thinking about taking away her friend's dream, but she also knew that an investment from Kaleb's parents, from their company, would be huge for the café. It could expand the business and give it sells (f/n) and she only could dream of. But, (f/n) wouldn't be included. Kaleb would be, and things were great with him. He had kept to his word of treating her with respect and love. If she declined on the offer, her relationship might permanently end, and she really was falling for Kaleb.

Seeing the conflict in her eyes was obvious, and he gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. "I do. I talked to my parents, and although they're not willing to let her manage the business, they'd be willing to give her a job as a financial assistant with the company." He continued to wear his reassuring smile. "She'll earn a good salary and will be able to take care of herself."

"... I ... I still can think on this, right?" Her eyes searched his, and she saw further reassurance there even though he had answered that question earlier. Kaleb nodded before he pulled away. "Okay, ... I'll do that." Anita finished her drink as did Kaleb. "Should we head out, then?"

"Yeah, I'll wait by the front door if you want to let (f/n) know we're leaving."

Nodding, Anita left the kitchen first, followed by Kaleb. A few minutes later, the front door opened, closed and locked. Creaking occurred next, and it stopped at the front door. Eyes looked up to the stairs. He couldn't hear anything coming from (f/n)'s room, but he could see that her room light was on. It was possible that she'd come back downstairs, and he'd move if he needed to.

Originally, he was thinking on messing with her that evening, but this news certainly made cogs turn in his head. Her friend was planning on betraying her, or at least thinking about doing so. She was debating on choosing her boyfriend, who she had broken things off with several times before, or her long-time friend, who had been with her through all that heartbreak. A smirk touched his lips. Anita was crueler than she looked.

That smirk didn't last long. It turned into a frown, and he continued to stare up to (f/n)'s room. Admittedly, he felt bad for her. Being betrayed by someone who she trusted entirely. Lightly, he sighed and brought his hand up as if he could comb his fingers through his plastic black locks. He supposed that he could change his plans a bit and mess with her in a different way.

A chuckle left his lips, and he glanced to the front door. Anita wouldn't say a word to (f/n), at least not until she made the decision with Kaleb. Even then, it'd only be if she decided to let Kaleb run the business. Otherwise, he imagined that she'd take such information to the grave with her. Well, he always could change that. Drop off a hint or two here and there. Let some more tension brew until it bubbled over.

Besides, he knew that Kaleb had his own secrets from Anita. Playing the role of the bad boyfriend turned good just didn't fit him. It most definitely was lie. He could see through those soft eyes and kind smiles. In the past, he had seen couples like them, and one of them usually was manipulating the other, if both of them weren't.

Focusing back on the upstairs, he went up, step by step. Creaking sounded with every footfall, but (f/n)'s door didn't open. As he neared her room all the more, he could hear light splashes of water. Was she moving around in the tub? An amused smirk touched his lips. She was taking a bath so soon? Well, he did suppose that she thought that whole event to be a nightmare.

Managing to make the creaking a bit lighter, he opened her room door and closed it after him. Her bathroom door was closed, and the light was on. Perhaps, she was in that daze-like state of hers again. It certainly would help him. He made his way over to her desk and found some paper and a pen. Right as he finished writing the note and put the pen away, he heard movement in the bathroom. Water dripped, and steps followed.

Note left on the desk, he, as quietly as he could, moved over to her bed. He crawled underneath it just as the bathroom door opened. She stopped, and he could see her feet and the plush towel stopping at her knees. (F/n) took a couple of steps into her room. Had she heard him? When he saw her feet turn towards the desk, he saw her pause.

What was that? Confused, she took another step towards her desk. On top of it was a sheet of paper. Normally, that wouldn't be odd, but she hadn't put that there. Had Anita? Anita, though, only had called out from the other side of the door to let her know that she was heading out with Kaleb. Or, had she come back and wrote the note without her hearing? That didn't make sense. She would've just called out to her again.

Stepping nearer, she stopped on the other side of her desk. Hesitantly, she grabbed the piece of paper. She held it in her hands and read the four words. She will betray you. What? (F/n) looked around her, but she didn't see anyone; she didn't see the mannequin in the room with her, but it wasn't alive. Then, who had written the note? Anita wouldn't have since the note implied her as the betrayer. There was no one else who she could think of the note applying to. Would Kaleb have left the note?

Almost, she chuckled. Yeah right. He wouldn't have ... or ... No, that didn't make sense. Why would Kaleb turn against Anita to help her? (F/n) hadn't even met him in person until recently. Sure, he could've stalked her social media accounts, but why? She just didn't see how he could be interested in her. If anything, he probably only was being respectful towards her because he didn't want to upset Anita.

There was the possibility that one of the staff left the note, but she wasn't necessarily close to any of them. She had a professional relationship with them unless one of them felt differently, but she didn't see any of them leaving her a note in her room. Not to mention that the note hadn't been there when she came into her room that evening. So some time during her bath, the note had been left there.

Going over to her window, she checked it, and it was locked. It only could be locked from the inside. She had left her room door unlocked. So, the front door? With her towel on, she hurried downstairs and checked the front door, and it was locked. Unless someone had made a copy of the building's key, they wouldn't have been able to lock the door.

Puzzled and trying to avoid a certain something being behind the note, she headed back upstairs and into her room. She seated herself on the bed and stared at the note. It didn't make sense. Perhaps, she had been wrong, and it wasn't about Anita. Thinking on it more, it could be about Scarlett or their waitress, Cassidy. But, why leave a note, then? Why not just tell her what was wrong so that she could address it as soon as possible.

Frowning, she looked over the penmanship. It definitely wasn't Anita's writing. She had seen Kaleb's when he had paid for dinner the other night. Definitely not his unless he liked to change it around. And, she had seen all of the staff's writing. Scarlett took notes from Anita, and the waiting staff wrote down orders. None of theirs matched the writing on the note. The writing was in cursive, but it was neat and very clear to read. Someone had to have practiced a lot to get their handwriting this crisp and clean.

All of her thoughts brought her back to the conclusion she wanted to avoid: the mannequin. No, it only was a figment of her imagination that it moved around. It was an inanimate object; it wouldn't move. Her eyes turned to her room door. She could go and check. The note felt real enough. There was no way that she was dreaming. (F/n) even pinched herself hard. Most definitely, she was awake. Perhaps, her mind was overworking itself again, but she couldn't believe that when she felt how real the paper was.

Getting up, she walked over to her desk. She opened her drawer where she kept her pens. They were all in the same place, and she wished that she had counted how many pieces of paper she had left in there. (F/n) looked back to her door. A sigh left her lips.

Maybe, it wasn't smart to go check on a creepy mannequin in a towel, but she needed to know. It'd give her peace of mind to learn that it really hadn't been that thing that had written the note. That peace only would last a little bit, however, since she still would need to figure out who wrote the note and why. Why did the writer think Anita would betray her, and how exactly would Anita do that? Perhaps, it really didn't apply to Anita, but she saw that as the most likely outcome given all of the other thoughts she had on the matter.

Walking into the hallway, she headed downstairs and went towards the kitchen. He definitely was taking a huge risk with this, but he felt that it'd pay off. It put doubt in her head, and it created a barrier, even if it was miniscule, between Anita and her. And as she walked downstairs, she didn't see the form crawling out from under her bed.