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human
>used to work at a quaint little coffee shop
>very small place nestled between the suburbs and the country
>quiet place with no crime
>coffee shop used to open at 5:30am until the owner realized nobody ever stopped in at that hour
>place would be totally dead until about 8 o' clock most days
>gave me lots of time to read, which I loved
>one day, I set everything up for the morning shift
>grab a chair
>pull out my book
>then I hear the front door bell
>*ding*
>in walks this tall man in a suit wearing a heavy long coat
>looks like he stepped out of a 40's movie
>he sees me
>his eyes dart around the room like he's making sure we're alone
>I notice he's wearing gloves
>he asks for a 'hot coffee, no cream' and a danish (I remember this because the cops asked me later about his order)
>it's so early I haven't even got the coffee going yet
>tell him it will be a few minutes while I brew a fresh batch
>he looks annoyed
>asks if I have anything I can make fast (he has an unusual accent I can't place at all)
>I tell him I can make an Americano
>he tells me to make one and to hurry
>he goes over to the window and looks around outside while I make it
>the guy's energy is really freaking me out, so I just focus on making his drink
>hand it to him
>he pays with a five dollar bill
>I notice there are flecks on his gloves that look like dried blood
>I can tell he's noticed me noticing
>handing him back his change
>he grabs my hand, money and all, and forces it down onto the counter
>looks into my eyes
>'I'll be back for my change later'

cont
gpt
>he looks at me for a long moment
>then he hurries out the door
>panicked, I immediately call 911
>I decide I need to get a look at the guy's plates too
>I'm scared, but I know I'll kick myself if I don't do this
>step outside cautiously as I try to tell the 911 operator what happened and where I am
>see a large truck in the back of the coffee shop pulling out
>looks a bit like a uhaul
>as it pulls out it turns right, heading back towards the front where I'm standing
>I see the tall man in the passenger seat
>someone else is driving but I can't see them at all
>the tall man is watching me watch the truck
>he's got his gun resting on the window glass as they pass, flashing it at me
>I rush back inside
>a little while later the cops show up
>I go over everything that happened and give them a description of the tall man
>they seem most interested in whoever was driving the truck
>I tell them more than once that I never got a good look at at the driver
>eventually they leave
>tell me they'll keep a car nearby at all times, watching the place, in case the guys come back
>I never see the tall man again
human

You're one lucky motherfucker. I hope you know that