Novel & Cerita I Was Sitting In The Corner

Elaine's POV - I sat in the corner of my favorite cafe, a croissant delicately held between my fingers, and a latte warming my hand. The pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and the low hum of conversations enveloped the space. It was a charming spot, and the perfect place to ponder my ongoing confusion.

Layla's pov I sat in the corner booth of the café, heart pounding harder than it should’ve. The place was tucked between a bookstore and a tailor’s shop, far from the sleek chaos of downtown. Its windows were foggy from steam, the scent of roasted beans thick in the air, wrapping around me like a blanket I didn’t deserve.

But I didn't care anymore. ​The lounge was dimly lit. I walked past the velvet ropes as my eyes swept the booths until they landed on the person sitting in the far corner, sipping an expensive scotch. The corner of my lips lifted. “Conrad.”

We were exactly fifteen minutes early for my class, and the room was almost empty when we walked in. Ford led me up to the very top row and into the furthest corner of the room. When we sat down there, I immediately felt better. There were walls to both of my sides, and Ford was the only thing between me and them. We’d probably piss someone off by taking their seat, but it was better to piss someone off than to go wolf and eat them.

I snapped. He poured his soda over the empty seats, then looked at me defiantly. People were laughing and whistling behind me. “…Fine.” I exhaled sharply and walked away. Just when I thought I'd have to eat standing up, I spotted a skinny boy sitting alone at a corner table. He held his head down, seemingly wanting to be left alone. Just like me. I walked over. “Hey can I sit here?” He glanced up quickly, nervous. "Oh yeah. Please, go ahead."

I guessed. They ordered something and sat at a table. I carefully moved around, making sure my face did not get exposed to Mike, even though Mac could see me at times. I ordered a glass of iced tea and sat in a corner where I could easily glance at them from the side of my eyes, as well as through the mirrors on the wall.

I took the laptop to the café on the corner. It was the kind of place that had been there for a long time and looked it, with mismatched chairs and a menu written on a board in handwriting that had layers of corrections visible underneath the current version. The coffee was better than the aesthetic suggested and the tables were far enough apart that a person could sit with a laptop and not feel the proximity of strangers as a disturbance. I sat in the corner with the wall behind me and the entrance in my sightline and opened the laptop and started trying to build something useful from the pieces I currently had.

Yet my inside felt air tight, I opened my mouth to breath in air but it was useless, I stared at the floor hoping a hole would appear and I'd disappear without any trace. "Sit…" he grunted. The weight of the silence between us was so heavy that I could hear my damn breath. My head was spinning, I clenched my fist to give me a little balance if that even worked. I managed to stride back to the corner of the room where I always sat, a tiny inconspicuous corner that held a tiny wooden stool. I plopped into the stool intentionally avoiding his gaze. "You know I'd give anything to not see you go," he drawled.

There weren't many people in the theater. We were tucked into a corner, with no one sitting nearby. My heartbeat picked up again. I already knew things weren't going to stay calm. Without warning, Rex reached over, his hand brushing under the edge of my dress for a second before pulling back. "Babe, how many times did you come on the way over?" he murmured, amused. I immediately pressed my legs together, trying to block him. "There are cameras in here." "It's fine. No one knows us."

I was furious! Although I know how I looked, and it's a total mess, embarrassing to be exact, I ran away to the kitchen. "I'm sorry Harley, I'll hide here first okay?" I said. I didn't wait for him to respond and just budged in. There's a cook here, a lot of them. It's hot, but at least, no Apollo is here. I sat down on the corner of the room and hugged my body. They were all men. There's no apollo, but there's a lot of maniacs.