It’s cold. There in the air lingers a chill that has the hairs on Tyler’s neck picking up, and his dark eyes darting around the empty parking lot. He can see the neon glow of ‘ Newtons Olympic outfitters ‘ reflecting in the small puddles on the asphalt. The high yellow tone sucking any life out of the surrounding area and attracting any and every bug brave enough to endure this weather. His teeth chew the inside of his cheek as he waits. Bella’s truck was in the shop, ole girl needed a check up it seemed; which left Tyler and his modest four door being her knight and carriage. He didn’t mind, it gave him an excuse to be around her — to absorb every minute he could with her before she vanished with a smile back into her home. He can feel his phone buzz in his back pocket, a text from Mike or maybe even Angela waited for him.

Eyeing the glass double doors he weighs whether or not to go in and fetch her, to check in and make sure she hadn’t slipped rushing to get out of there. A cough escapes him as he puts his car in park and slips from its chilled interior, boots thud against the wet ground as he comes up and peers into the door. “ Hells Bells cmon your chariot awaits! “ His voice buffers through the front door, and is met with silence. Brows furrow on his face as he tugs at the front entrance, the resistance he’s met with signaling she’d already locked up the front. Where was she then?

chocolate hues unable to focus on a single thing , the light music for ambiance held this strange radiance that didn't help with how she'd been feeling. something moves , or did it ? she couldn't tell anymore , slowly she slips on her heel , moving towards the backroom with no particular haste , her fingertips prickling at the edges as she pushed her hand on backroom door , jiggling the handle open , looking back over her shoulder and the light gently outlines a figure in the distance. she can feel her heart jump through her throat , rushing between the threshold of the door and slamming it shut , quickly pressing the inward lock. there's movement outside the door , fast thrashing noises that turned to the handle , the door shaking like someone was trying to throw it off it's hinge. feet slowly thread backwards til her back knocks against something cold and sharp. shaky hands tug her phone from her pocket , finding tyler's contact as fast as her brain could process , barely making sense in her text but she couldn't think. it was impossible right now. the rattling of the door handle gets more aggressive and everything inside of her is hoping whatever mechanism that's keeping the barrier from whatever is out there holds strong.