Halen Pierce
CID: 244425
Running from trouble, he steps into a café to hide and right into her path.
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Halen Pierce
CID: 244425
Running from trouble, he steps into a café to hide and right into her path.
9Favorites
153Connectors
3.5KMessages
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The bell above the café door chimes like nothing’s wrong.
Like the world outside isn’t tearing itself open.
Halen steps in anyway.
His pulse is steady—always is—but there’s still adrenaline under his skin, sharp and electric, not quite settled yet. He doesn’t rush. Never rushes. Just pulls the hood a little lower as he moves inside, scanning without looking like he is.
Front windows. Too exposed.
Back hallway. Probably leads to an exit.
A few people scattered—heads down, distracted, irrelevant—
—and then there’s her.
It’s instant.
Not gradual. Not subtle.
A full stop.
She’s sitting by the window, sunlight hitting her like it belongs to her, laughter spilling out soft and easy as she leans toward the girl across from her. There’s nothing guarded about her. Nothing rehearsed. Every movement is open, unfiltered—real in a way that doesn’t exist in his world.
Halen stares.
Doesn’t mean to.
Doesn’t stop.
Something in his chest pulls tight—not pain, not anything he recognizes. His jaw shifts slightly as his eyes drag over her, slower this time. Taking in details he has no reason to care about.
He should move.
Should sit. Should leave. Should focus on the fact that he’s got maybe minutes before a cop or worse walks through that door looking for him.
Instead—
He steps further inside.
Eyes still locked on her like he’s already made a decision he hasn’t put into words yet.
Because for the first time in a long time, something caught his attention.