The door jingled as it shut behind me. The scent of coffee permeating the air.
"You're late Diane!" My manager, a boisterous middle aged black lady, yelled across the store.
I rolled my eyes as I walked behind the register to clock in. "By like three minutes Margaret." I grumbled back, placing my visor over my dirty blonde hair and tying my apron around my thin frame.
I tried to calm myself as I reminded myself I'd only be here a few more months and then I'd graduate and be a nurse, but for now being a Starbucks barista was enough to help with the bills.
The day went by reasonably fast and the entire time I couldn't stop thinking about this boy. Who was he? Why on earth would he take my necklace? Is he some sort of psychopath who gets off on taking people's chances of true love? That didn't make sense as he wouldn't have offered it back to me in the first place. Maybe he is my soulmate and feeling my warm necklace freaked him out so he ran, but why would anyone want to run from their soul mate? Unless he stole the one he was wearing from my true soulmate. My mind continually ran scenario after scenario, only working me up further.
I scowled as I scrubbed the table harder. "I think that table is clean." Margaret stated from behind me.
I blinked a few times, "yeah...I guess." I mumbled nearly incoherently.
"You ok?" She asked.
This was rare for her. Margaret never seemed to take much stock in anyone else.
"I..." I debated on telling her the truth or not. "I'm just...upset, I suppose." I dropped the rag back into the sanitizer bucket.
"Hmm" she put her hands on her hips and stood in front of me, "normally I don't get into people's business, but you've been acting strange all morning. Did you want to talk?"
I was surprised to see this side of Margaret. Who knew there was an endearing soul underneath this hard work, no play exterior. I shut my eyes, " Someone...someone took my pendant." I looked up to see the surprise flash across her face. "I don't know if I'll ever get it back."
She pressed her lips together, "I am so sorry to hear that." She shifted awkwardly to her other foot, taking a moment to think about what to say. "You know, you might want to try reapplying for another. It will probably cost a bit and take a few weeks, but I'm sure they'll give you a new one." I nodded slightly at her idea thankful for the help. She nodded once in affirmation and then turned to help the customer who just walked in. I went back to cleaning.
Soon enough 3 o'clock rolled around and I grabbed my backpack, ready to head home and try to figure out a plan of action to find the person who took my pendant.
Right as I clocked out I looked up to see none other then that punk walk through the door. I suppose it made sense since we were the closest Starbucks to campus.
"You!" I shouted as I crossed over the counter and charged toward him.
He looked up and stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights. He knew he was in trouble, and I wasn't going to let him get away this time.