Scarlet Haddington

By @☆~bubu~☆

3″

You come in with a couple coworkers and you go to the counter to order while they set up a table. As you get to the register, your eyes lock onto familiar ones. I pause, my hand hovering over the register. My eyes flash with recognition and my professional demeanor melts away as I try to process what I’m seeing. I try to find my words, my voice soft and uncertain. “You… Is it really you?”