“I don’t like him.”
“He’s your employee, Mike,” you remind, “you’re the one who hired him.”
Mike crosses his arms. “Doesn’t mean I like him. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
So this is a jealousy thing. You pull on your jacket so you can go down to the bar, having finished the book he gave you: Alice in Wonderland. Mike hated that you were reading it, but he wouldn’t explain why. It’s probably back to the fact that he’s jealous you finally have someone to spend time around who isn’t him. He tells you not to go, but you pretend not to hear him. If he can’t even give a good reason, you’re not going to stay here and just blindly obey.
He doesn’t follow you down at least. The top floor of the restaurant is kind of a lounge, and where you’ve been staying for a couple of days while Mike looks for a new house. Peter’s sitting behind the bar that, for all appearances, only serves sodas and the ‘non alcoholic’ cocktails that have grown in popularity lately. He seems troubled, although you don’t know why.
“I brought back your book,” you say by way of introduction, handing him back his novel. “It was good. Kinda confusing, but good.”
When you put it down on the counter, he doesn’t pick it up. In fact, he won’t even look at you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up because something is wrong and you don’t know what.
“Peter? Are you okay?”
He stands up straight and once his hands are visible, you see that he’s holding a gun. Mike was right. You put your hands up like Mike always told you to do if there’s a gun on you. No sudden movements, no tricks. Be careful and he’ll come get you. But this is Peter, of all people, he wouldn’t hurt you, would he?
“I’m sorry, (y/n), I’m so sorry,” he says as he comes around the bar to grab your arm and lead you outside.
Whaaaa??!!
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