Charlotte's Payback
My shoes slapped across the pavement as I unsuccessfully tried dodging the puddles at my feet and made a sad attempt at covering my head with my purse. Ahead, the door to the cafe opened as a gawky young man walked out opening a giant black umbrella in front of me. Skidding to a stop, I waited for him to leave the doorway and slid inside. The mumbled apology was lost in the downpour as the door shut behind me. A sickly sweet smell hit my nose, causing me to pause a moment. Before I had a chance to look around for the source of the smell, a hand was pulling me into a booth.
