As I left the bakery, I started walking towards the hotel I was going to be staying at for an indefinite period of time. It was a couple of blocks away from the bakery I was inside minutes before so I didn't have a very long distance to walk.
As I was walking I saw various groups of people walking along as well. It was September so the weather wasn't unbearably cold just yet and people most likely wanted to enjoy the outdoors before it does get cold. As I continued to people watch, there was one pair that caught my eye more than anyone else.
It was a mother and a daughter and they were walking along the sidewalk, heading towards the bakery I had just come from. The mother had jet black hair and brown eyes while the daughter was blonde and the same brown eyes as her mother. The reason they caught my eye is because they seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. They also had a warm atmosphere around them. It was surreal and utterly strange.
When the familiar strangers disappeared into the bakery, I let my mind wander and my feet take me wherever they pleased, so when I wound up inside the same bakery I was in thirty minutes ago, I was shocked.
I guess my subconscious wanted another éclair.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." Harry said, giving me a
smirk to accompany his remark.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"You just couldn't get enough of me could you?" Harry said, dimpled smile on full display.
"Yeah it was definitely you and not the eclair's." I said sarcastically to which Harry gave a small laugh.
"Harry baby, stop flirting. You're scaring the poor girl." The dark haired mother from earlier said, giving Harry a knowing smile.
"Hello love. I'm Anne, Harry's mum." She said warmly, giving me a wide smile that displayed all the motherly love a person could contain along with the warmth that came with it.
"Hello. I'm Rainia." I said politely, offering a shy smile to her in greeting.
"It's nice to meet you Rainia." She said sincerely, but as she was saying this, I saw a flicker of something flash across her brown irises before fading away, but I caught it anyway.
It was recognition.
I don't know how she recognized me, or from where, but she definitely did and that put me on edge, even more than I already was. Did she know who murdered my parents? Or did she murder them?
"Nice to meet you too." I said quietly, trying to maintain my composure.
"Well, Gemma and I better get going." Anne said, gesturing towards he blonde girl beside her.
"Hold on a second, Mum," Gemma said, giving me a cursory glance. "Rainia should stay with us for a while."
"What!" Harry and I said in unison, clearly shocked at what Gemma had just said.
"Well, she said she's staying for a while right? Why not let her stay with us in comfort rather than in discomfort at a hotel like she was planning." She explained, crossing her arms over her chest in finality.
"Well, it's a good idea Gemma, but that might make Rainia uncomfortable." Anne reasoned, her daughter still not budging on the matter, so she finally gave in.
"Rainia, are you sure you're okay with this?" She asked, putting me in an awkward situation.
"Umm," I began, unsure of if I wanted to take the chance of living with strangers and risking them finding out about me.
"Of course she does. Come on Rainia, let's go." Gemma said and with that, she took hold of my arm and practically dragged me out of the bakery, Harry promising to catch us later after his shift.
"Don't worry, Rainia. You'll be fine." Gemma assured me quietly, giving me a subtle wink in the process.
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