Chosen's

Chapter 5

    We walked in and this store is dark. Is there no light in this place? Like, is it expensive.. never mind. Everything is expensive this days. But they do have what I think is those oil based lantern in all four corners of the store. 

   Then I looked up. Wow, they have a lot of old style keys hanging all around the ceiling.  There is a small wooden tavern looking wood chair and small table to the right of the door when we walked in. There is a cute little white cloth on it tho. I think it was their way of trying anything, cute? or modern in here. Because, the store? Looks like a Victoria era style. Just older. And in stone. 

   I walk to the back with mom, towards two people that I didn't look at before, cause, come on! look at this store. It's uniquely old looking. For me anyways, I was born in the 2000s. Sadly. The first one I noticed was the older man. He looked like modernized Santa. White hair, long beard, but not fat. His arms a big, probably from key crafting everyday. Who is glaring at me right now. Shit, I have been staring too long. Did he say something? 

 Looking at my mom, she is just staring at them too. So no one have said anything yet. Okay...

 "Hello Mr. Ridel. My name is Alliana Foresta, I here to pick up my key please." Mom gives him her little dimple smile and he turns to her. 

  "I don't have one in YOUR name lady." Guess Mr. Armstrong didn't change the name on the order. He really MIGHT be smart. Just might. 

  "Check Mr. Armstrong then. His is my ..work colleague." Can't say partner or they might miss understand it I guess. They don't know her what her job is. The old man looks at me again.

 "Is that your real eye color?" He is a straight to the point kinda man huh ?

  "Yes ." I give him the same type of response. Didn't want to be rude, but he did start.

  " I'll bring it out grandpa." The other man, well not man, more like boy. A bit tall. I'm 5'6, so not too short, and he still have a head above me. So maybe 5'11? He is handsome. Dirty blond hair, light blue eyes, a bit tanner. Made me stare a bit there. How hot does it get up in here in the summer? 

 Or the more realistic option, I'm overthinking and his mom or dad have darker skin. I should stop trying to guess things while staring at people. I blame my mom for that. She makes me profile people from her solved cases. Victims and Perpetrator alike. 

 "You can call him if you suspicious sir." mom tells him.

 "It's fine. If anything happens, I will blame it on my grandson for giving it to you without checking the information first." He gives his grandson a look over his shoulder, who in return just chuckles it away.

  They seem to have a nice relationship.

 "What's your grandson's name? He looks the same age as my daughter Lillian here." Please don't tell me she isn't trying to get me to make friends ? "She will be staring school on Monday." She tells that part to the boy. 

  He turns to me and hold out a hand. "My name is Natan Ridel, pleasure to meet you." Well, crap. Now I have to take his hand. I don't usually do that. I am not the hugging, cuddly type. I think I got the a fear of touching hands after COVID hit. Scary shit. 

 I take his hand and try to it shake it quickly. "Lillian, nice to meet you." He doesn't let go.

I look away and pull my hand away HARD. He just smile at me. "What school you will be attending ?" Shaking the weird moment out of my head. Now that I think about it, I have no idea the name of the school.

  I look at my mom for that. " Edinburgh S. High. Private school." she tells him. 

  Private? I've been to public and private schools. And let me tell ya, public is way better. No stick up the ass students and teacher like the private schools I've been to. Those that's didn't have one, were to shy to say or do anything. The bullying ? I don't much care for standing up to anyone. I dislike those that don't do it for themselves. Like you have phones now, record it, or film it. Than blackmail them with it. If possible. I have done it before. Had to. Me and my mom don't tell people we have money, so I got bullied for being "too silent" or just weird. Now with my car.... that is out the window. Even I know it isn't a car any sixteen year old should have.