"That will be $3.50. Cash or card?" I say to the man at the counter, he was a new customer, and I haven't had many of those. I have only had three returning customers, my mom and dad and an older man whose name is Charles.

Suddenly the man's phone rings. "I'm gonna take this." He said then walked outside. I didn't realize until a minute later that he also took his coffee with him. "He didn't pay for that!" I said frustrated. If I didn't just open my café about three weeks ago, I would have let it go, but I needed all the money I could get.

I decided to go after him. I walk out of the café and I see the man turn a corner. "Hey! Stop!" I yell. After about ten minutes of chasing the man, he runs into an abandoned library. I run after him and all I see is darkness. Then I saw a glimpse of light so I ran toward it and that's when the wooden tile below me broke.

I fell into a hole around 15 feet deep. I look up when I hear a voice. "Wow you were that desperate for three dollars and fifty cents? Well good luck catching me now!” The man said, laughing. “You won't get away with this." I say.

To be continued..