Denver was tired of dealing with Twigledee and Twigledum and decided perhaps it's best for him to go to the bathroom and have a small break so he did. He walked, opened the door, and went inside as his tradition was:
- splash some water on his face to wake himself up
- put some water through his beard to cool it down a little
There's a small problem: he wanted a coffee but he didn't want to go back outside so he dried his face gradually and went outside and made himself a cup of coffee. Instead of going back he went to sit outside on the paving right in front of the store. He would greet the odd passer-by: "Good evening, good evening, good evening." Everything he was doing was to stay away, he didn't want to stand inside with Tim and Felix until the end of the shift. Well done to me he thought, till the shift ends ill stay here, his shift was ending in the next 20 minutes. He was lucky today because it was a fact and because Tweedle and Tweedle Dum were here, Denver's shift overlapped thus he could leave early.
He didn't have to lock up, which was a really good thing because he didn't really enjoy locking up, because that meant that he would be the last to leave. This was something that always bothered him.
Taking his time enjoying his coffee as slow as he could, Denver was amused by the people walking by. They were probably thinking, "What is he doing? He is supposed to be working." All he could do was say, "I am working," which occasionally made people jump a little because they weren't expecting an answer. This he quite enjoyed.
As time dragged on it finally struck twelve. The clock had spoken; the shift was over. With a gleeful expression Denver walked back in, coffee cup in hand, took the last sip, which by now had gone cold but he didn't mind because that last sip was a sip of a victory in his mind.
He waved to the two behind the bar or the counter, depending on how you look at it, again and said goodbye, see you when I see you.
He walked into the back, dropping his cup off on the deck, washed his face again, just had to feel more fresh for the walk home. He changed quickly, slammed the locker door with a bit of vigour, turned to face the door, and he felt as though the chains that were holding him down were no longer there to weigh him down. He could walk more freely with his head held high with these thoughts and feelings. He walked to the door but before he could open the door himself it swung open and there stood Tim, the one who jumped was Denver.
Denver wasn't expecting to see Tim then. We exclaimed,
"You,
Tim!"
Tim started a bit, jumped back a little as well. In doing so he let go of the door which then closed.
Now the situation was two people standing on either side of a closed door, wondering who should open it next.
Denver, wanting to leave, grabbed the door and opened it up and said to Tim, "Be careful" and quickly walked out before Tim could even say anything, leaving Tim the one standing looking like a scarecrow.
Once he arrived at the door. He turned and saw Tim was still standing there. He called out, "The scarecrow look, it suits you Tim!" With a small giggling he stepped out the door and started walking home with a gleeful expression and a very light and peppy step.
Tim wanted to ask something so he left the counter, which was basically deserted, only Felix was there, which wouldn't be a problem since the place was quiet. He headed to the bathroom door to ask Denver something but at the very moment he opened the door there was Denver right in his face. He jumped back; Denver jumped back and they both exclaimed at the same time. "You, you, that's what Tim exclaimed and he heard Denver exclaim "Tim" in a shocked, shocked voice. In the moment he stepped back releasing the door, which then closed and separated the two of them. I went for his heartbeat to slow down so I could think clearly.
The door opened revealing Denver coming out. All Denver said was "be careful" in a serious tone and he walked off very quickly, leaving Tim unable to answer or ask his question. Tim stood there a while watching then Denver from the door called out and called him something about a scarecrow and left laughing. Tim stood there a while wondering what the hell is going on?
At this very moment a solo Felix came out and asked, "Are you ok? What happened?" Tim replied simply, "We just opened the door at the same time and got a fright and he left. That's all." Felix looked from Tim's door and then back again, shook his head and said, "Well it doesn't matter; let's get back to work." Thus the two went back to the counter and waited.
Denver was walking home on the usual path but he noticed something quite strange.
Up ahead there seemed to be a large crowd of people. People were standing around watching through the edge of the street but he couldn't quite understand why. As he kept getting closer he was saying to himself inside his head, "Don't look, don't bother; it has nothing to do with you. Keep going home and rest." But he couldn't restrain his curiosity. Thus the cat was trapped so to speak.
Then Denver walked up to the scene to see what was going on and it seemed there was nothing really important about the time he arrived; they all dispersed.
Although he did see a flash of red and a flash of blonde. He could just see the silhouettes and head shapes, two heads heading in the opposite direction: one blonde with a similar style he'd seen before and a red also in a style he'd seen before. He couldn't quite point it out and where he saw this, which frustrated him to no end. Since he missed all the action he actually decided to continue on and that's when he left the area.
This was the very intersection where he would turn right to go home.
Was the reason he noticed all that just happened by pure chance or was it fate again.
As you arrived home there was a strange phone call from work. His thoughts were, "What could it be now?" He had the phone ring a few times: four times, five times, six times, and then eventually picked up. His greeting was quite coarse, "Hello?" The other end of the phone was none other than Tim and what Tim had to say really shocked him and also quite annoyed him. He said, "Hello to you too Mr. Careful. Oh about that lady in red you were staring at the other day. You came here again today, Julia, was it? Very nice lady; we had a nice long chat after your shift but she didn't ask about you. I wonder what that means." The line went dead after a slight click. It was obviously Tim making the click sound; his mouth is saying it out loud, the fool, but what he said bothered Denver quite a lot.
He knew the name Julia belonged to the lady in red, a beautiful black-haired woman, with her hair lining the side of her face. It was just brilliant in his mind; he could imagine her walking in, ordering another flat white, possibly.
What he couldn't stand was the thought of Tim taking the order or worse Felix and the fact that he rubbed it in bothered him. Did he really make it that obvious? If he did on the next shift when Tim was there, he would have to make sure he understood the situation by cornering Tim and getting the details.
For now he was so shocked by the call that he forgot to go inside. He was standing outside his door, looking a complete fool but luckily there were no neighbours to see him out today. Everyone seemed to be either at work or already at home so this blunder was not seen, luckily.
Tim put the phone down after calling Denver and had a smirk on his face as he thought to himself: "Ha Ha, got you!" Because in reality yes he had noticed the stares that Denver was giving a customer that came in once on each of their shifts. He noticed how whenever there's someone with red hair or a red dress or dark hair in a near-red dress or near-red clothes, he would always take very close notice. He thought he'd throw out some bait to try and trap Denver and have something to mock him and tease him with since Denver always did it to him. It seemed fair to him to do the same. Hence Tim's plan for the call.
Although no one actually came in after Denver left, the place was quiet for about two hours.
The late business crowd came in before the night really started. It was quite a while after he'd made the call when he was busy closing the concertina with murals. Then he noticed someone very familiar come in and he was surprised to see them. For this was someone he knew very well, someone he cared for greatly, and someone he did not know knew Denver but didn't really know him.
She had interest in someone else but Denver had interests in her. He just remembered who she was: blonde hair, her new very unique hair accessories, which were never the same each day. They always shined and they were always purple but the shapes always changed and the way she wore them was changed. She was his friend and also an interest of Denver.