Petrichor °Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Chapter 2

THE ROOFTOP PARTY

Evelyn sighed as she closed the cash register. Her work day had been hard and a feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed her. She looked down at her watch as she sighed in relief. It was already half past five, which meant that she finally was allowed to close the coffee shop. As Evelyn took off her green apron, Patrick knocked on the door frame next to her. He was making his entry quite distinctly, and his presence made Evelyn feel uncomfortable and fearful, as always. Patrick had been working in his office the entire day, which meant that he probably was going to freak out on Evelyn; and he did.

"Do you want to keep your job, Evelyn?" Patrick asked, harshly.

Evelyn nodded immediately, making her respond clear and quick. She stepped backwards as Patrick glared at her. He made her feel threatened as their eyes connected, and Evelyn couldn't help but think about how much Patrick probably enjoyed harassing her. A creepy and unforgettable smile came across his face as Evelyn started shaking.

"I don't want Norman and Andrew around, they disturb you," Patrick said, picking up Evelyn's handbag. "I just don't like them, okay?!" He added, handing Evelyn her belongings.

"I'm sorry, Patrick. I mean, Sir. I'm so sorry Sir." Evelyn apologized, breaking the eye contact between them.

Evelyn hung her apron on the peg next to her, signaling that she wanted to go home. Patrick stared intensely at his black leather watch, stepping aside as he realized that it was over closing-time. He ran his long fingers through his fair and oily hair, which Evelyn didn't find attractive at all. As Evelyn made her way out, she could feel Patrick's judgmental eyes staring deeply at her, and it made her glowing skin crawl.

"See you on Monday, have a wonderful weekend" Evelyn managed to say as she closed the door behind her, leaving Patrick disappointed; again.

When Evelyn stepped out of the coffee shop, she could finally breathe properly again. The heavy and unpleasant atmosphere in the coffee shop was bearable; Patrick's attitude was bearable. As she walked down the street, thinking about telling Andrew and Norman how Patrick had cornered her, she noticed an irresistible offer. A beautiful, long and black dress was hanging behind the thick window next to her.

Evelyn couldn't help but freeze as she saw the shiny price label. The dress was on sale and the fabric looked absolutely stunning. It was too good to be true, but Evelyn decided to buy it anyway. She gave the saleswoman her money without hesitation. All she wanted, was to look acceptable among Andrew and the rest of the cast. She knew Andrew and Norman wouldn't care about what type of clothing she was going to wear, but she couldn't help but think about it. The last thing she wanted, was to look like a trash can in front of her best friends.

"Evelyn is the kind of person who can't see her own beauty, but by doing absolutely nothing, except being herself, she can make every man weak." Andrew once said, but Evelyn didn't believe him. To her, it was just a kind compliment. Not a sketchy one, but a friendly and kind remark.

When Evelyn finally made it home from work, she opened a bottle of Danish white wine; her favorite. She filled her tub with hot water, whilst she gently took off her working clothes, letting her tight jeans glide down her sun kissed legs. Before entering the tub, she placed a pleasant-smelling bath bomb in the water. An explosion of colors and scent always made every bathing experience perfect for Evelyn. Tropically scented soaks and warming, spicy soaks were her favorites. Watching the bath bomb unfold its magic, always made her smile. It may sound ridiculous, but Evelyn appreciated the little things in life, even the smallest ones.

After a long and relaxing bath, Evelyn ordered a mouthwatering pizza with mozzarella and salami on. As she sat down in front of her television, eating pizza with just a towel wrapped around her, watching Game of Thrones, she suddenly couldn't help but think about Jeffrey. The way he spoke to people, and the way he simply looked at her, fascinated Evelyn. Everything about him was interesting, even the way he ran his long and tattooed fingers through his salt and pepper beard. Evelyn just couldn't get him out of her mind, and she didn't want to; not at all.