EIGHT

ELOISE

The hunger in my system vanished. I rushed towards the door and slammed it open, disrupting customers who had their own business to attend to. I barely cared what anyone thought of me at this point.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded, slamming my hands into his table. The content of his coffee poured. Some of the dark creamy liquid dousing his shirt. "Are you stalking me or something?"

"Eloise," He replied, lifting his cup to wipe the coffee residue off with a handkerchief. "You are making a scene."

"And I don't intend to stop!" I retorted, sharp as a blade. "You shouldn't be here."

"Why not? This is a public place. I am a customer who has done no wrong. You on the other hand..."

I didn't want to hear it. He was right in a way. My yells were gathering the wrong kind of attention. Even my fellow employees were throwing looks and whispers. I drew in a deep breath to calm myself down. Not that it worked. Anger still boiled in my blood. The only difference now was tha