Into His Trap

**ROSEANA**

One of my coworkers in a coffee shop, Macy, exclaimed, "Bye, Roseana! Are you sure you don't want to join our night out today?" with a big smile. They wanted to take me out to a club tonight, but I refused. Her lips are painted red, her cheeks have blush, and her brows are curved to perfection. She batted her lashes at me.

I jokingly said, "No, thank you, Macy. I need to wash my clothes or else I will not have anything to wear." But in reality, I was genuinely apprehensive about going with them. I need to sleep and want to sleep. Another is that I have so many bills to pay that I can't even afford to spend my money on a few beers. My response caused Macy to sigh. She put her hands on her chest and curved her lips down. She gasped for air.

The others who were with us chuckled at what she did.

"We're going to a high-class pub, and there are a lot of gorgeous men there. Who knows? You might run into the love of your life there. You don't want to?"

She persuaded me incessantly. I found her words to be funny. Macy tends to be crazy at times.

At what she stated, I shook my head. I reassure her, "No. I'm fine. I'll accompany you the next time."

Macy departed the coffee shop with the rest of our coworkers in disappointment. I chuckled when they lifted Macy so they could go. I wave at them as I watch them walk to the entrance.

I decided to close the coffee shop shortly after they left. It's past eight already. The coffee shop where I am working closes at eight in the evening. There are no more customers, either.

Since everyone else is out for the evening, I will be the only one closing this store today. In addition, I can close this store by myself; therefore, I offered to do so. It is not a burden to me anyway.

I made sure to check the lights and the windows before closing the store. I worry that a thief will break in. There was a lot of concern over the disturbing men that were roaming this neighborhood. Since there are so many commercial buildings in this neighborhood, burglars may easily target them.

I took a deep breath. The smell of the fresh coffee beans filled the air, and it soothed my thoughts. I can still hear the grounding of the beans and the delicious aroma of the pastries as the customers come and go. This place is crowded every day. It is tiring, yes, but I don’t feel "that" weary when I work here. I guess I'm just loving it here because it did not feel tiring at all. I secured the front entrance after making sure everything was in order.

"Hello, Roseana, my Roseana."

When someone spoke from behind me suddenly, I nearly fell out of shock. My mind went blank. I could not think right. I grip the sling of my bag tightly that it may rip apart any moment. My nervousness and fear thundered when I heard that familiar voice. The voice that I so long wished to forget. No matter how hard I tried to forget that voice, I couldn't. He seems like he could follow me wherever. I am still haunted by this person, even in my dreams.

I close my eyes tightly in hope of realizing it was all in my head when I open them. Nobody is following me as I stand. But perhaps I was mistaken. Not everything is as simple as I would like.