The coffee shop was empty like usual on a random Tuesday. Anwar sat behind the counter looking at his phone, scrolling aimlessly as his long blond hair was tied into a neat bun.
Cingggg!
Anwar quickly stood up off his chair, stuffing his phone in his pocket as he went to the front to greet the customer.
"Hi welcome! What may I do for you today?" He asked in a sweet voice. He looked over the customer. Black hoodie and pants, face mask, long green hair, how creepy.
"I'll take a black coffee. Two cubes of sugar please." The stranger asked as they looked around the empty building, scanning every little bit with their shining yellow eyes. "It's quiet empty. You alone?"
Anwar paused from his dialing of the man's order. A cold sweat ran down his back as he met the eyes of the man with a sweet masking smile.
"No no, my manager is in the back currently. And yeah we don't get many customers on a calm day." Anwar replied, a smooth lie through his teeth. He looked back down at the pad and finished dialing in the customer's order. "That will be $2, would you like to do cash or card"
"Card please." The man replied as he inserted his card. Once he had received his receipt Anwar quickly got to making his order. Once finished he finished he gave the man his coffee, letting out a sigh of relief when the chime of the door noised as the person left.
"What a odd customer.." Anwar stood there quietly for a moment before he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "There's plenty of wierd people. I truly shouldn't over think this."
After his shift Anwar walked home, only the street lights luminating the road ahead. Glancing over his shoulder, unable to shake the feeling of being watched, especially after the customer from earlier had left.
He eventually reached his dinky little apartment, the light above flickering as he fumbled with the lock and key. Eventually his clumsy hands managed to unlock the door and he walked inside quickly, shutting and locking the door behind. Letting out a sigh, Anwar pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the couch, dragging his sore and exhausted body to the bedroom, promptly falling onto the mattress, dozing off moments later.
As he snored away, the breeze of the outside brushed his back. Didn't he close the windows before work? But did he lock them?
A moment later Anwar sat up promptly, a sudden urge of panic filling his body. Looking around, he quickly realised this wasn't his bed.. what stared back was just forest and greenery. Where the hell was he!?