Violet’s day always began before the sun rise🌅
She worked the early shift at a quiet Starbucks☕ tucked between cold office blocks. The mornings were always the same — the smell of fresh coffee, the sound of soft music, and the rush of people who barely looked up from their phones.
Life was simple. A little boring, maybe. But after everything she’d been through, boring felt safe.
She moved through her shift smoothly, making drinks, cleaning counters, and smiling politely. People came and went — some regulars, some strangers. She didn’t pay much attention.
Until one morning, someone new stepped in.
He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at the menu, pointed at black coffee, paid, and left. No small talk. No smile. Nothing.
But he came back the next day. And the next. Always at 8:12 AM, like clockwork. Always wearing a dark suit. Always with the same cold, distant expression.
He didn’t look like he belonged in a coffee shop. He looked like someone from a world where people gave orders, not took them. Everything about him was sharp — his jaw, his eyes, his walk.
She didn’t know his name. He didn’t ask for hers.
But she started noticing him more. The way he never checked his phone. The way his eyes scanned the room. The way he stood still, like nothing could touch him.
But he wasn’t the only man who came in often.
Mark had been coming for months. He was the kind of man who smiled when he spoke, who remembered her favourite pastries, who always said, “Take a break when you can, yeah?” He made her laugh, asked about her day, noticed the small things.
Mark felt like sunlight.
The man in the suit felt like a storm.
One morning, as she handed Mark his coffee, he looked toward the suited man and said quietly,
“You ever notice how some people carry trouble with them?”
Violet smiled, unsure. “What do you mean?”
Mark shrugged, sipping his drink. “Him. The quiet one. He’s not just here for coffee.”
Violet followed his gaze.
The man was watching the window… but she had a strange feeling he was watching her too.
What did he want?
Why did he keep coming back?
And if he was dangerous… would she realise it before it was too late?
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