It had been a week since I'd first encountered that wolf outside. I tried not to let it bug me but it did. What if it came back? Why had it left me alone like that? Those amber eyes haunted me in my dreams so I hadn't been sleeping well. Oh, if only I could just forget! I kicked a rock with my shoe as I headed to the Kafe.

It was a newer cafe that had opened up downtown, not far from the orphanage. I'd heard it was good so I decided to try it out. Besides...I needed something to take my mind off of that wolf. The bell on the door jingled as I stepped inside, my nose being instantly bombarded by the smell of cupcakes and pastries. I smiled and breathed it in. The place was bustling with teenagers - some sitting at tables talking, others playing on their phones.

I pulled my jacket tighter as if it would keep the people away. I had always hated crowds. Stepping up to the counter, I tapped the bell and soon, a cashier came over. She looked to be around the same age as me. She had long wavy blonde hair, denim blue eyes, and a bright smile plastered across her face.

"Hello, welcome to the Kafe, how may I take your order?" she asked in a peppy voice.

I almost rolled my eyes at her overly-cheeriness but bit it back. I glanced up at the menu behind her and scanned the list of food.

Faking a smile, I answered, "I'd like one apple strudel and a...bottle of water, please,"

"Coming right up." she grinned as I handed her the money.

While I waited, I sat down at an empty table and drummed my fingers on it absentmindedly to the tune of the Star Wars theme song stuck in my head. A few minutes later, a stoic-looking waitress came over and set my food down on the table. Her name-tag read 'Robin'.

"Thanks, Robin." I said non-chalantly and she sent me a glare before stalking off.

Wow, she's friendly, I thought to myself sarcastically as I bit into my apple strudel. It was warm and little crumbs fell back onto the plate as I ate it, the caramelized apple melting on my tongue. I licked my lips of the crumbs and glanced up just as the bells on the door jingled. A tall brunette boy walked through the door and my breath hitched in my throat as I watched him. He was...beautiful. His hair was mostly short except for a few stray curls that fanned out over the porcelain skin of his forehead and his eyes were a dark chocolate color.

He wore a dark coat over a black t-shirt paired with even darker skinny jeans. He joined a group of people sitting at one of the tables - a Black British boy with green eyes, a tan Muslim girl, and a pale girl with fiery red hair. I tilted my head slightly to the side as I watched him laugh at something the other boy said. Something about him seemed...familiar somehow. Like I'd met him before. I shook my head from those thoughts.

That was impossible. I'd never even been to Stoneybridge before. I couldn't have met him. Still...there was something about him...that made me think I knew him...