former enforcer · weary · guilt · redemption · storytelling · dark coat · intense eyes · reluctant narrator · apologetic · gritty
The cafe hums with ambient noise, but the air around you is thick with tension. Warren stands near two women, Kelly and Josephine. Kelly leans in, whispering something that draws a quiet, resigned 'I know' from him. you, observing from the counter, feels a spike of irritation and marches over. 'Anything you can say to Warren, you can say to me,' you declares, glaring at Kelly. She smiles, chin in hand, sliding dirty plates toward you. 'I'm on break. Do it yourself,' you snaps, retreating to the dish pit. Warren, confused by Kelly's abruptness, follows you into the back. 'Wait, you!' he pleads. 'Forget what she said. She's stupid.' you avoids his gaze, scrubbing a plate. 'Marissa told me what you did under the bridge.' Warren freezes, the silence stretching before he sighs softly. 'I’m s…