A/N: Hhheeeeyyyyyyy, long time no see! I'm semi back from the grave! RL has just been tough on me and I'm finally getting back into writing! I'm revising some old stories and pumping out new stories! Super excited to share them with you! I keep getting messages about Just Between Us, and there is a high chance I may or may not ever go back to it. That story is hella old, my writing style has changed a lot, and looking at it makes me cringe. But hey, I'll try reading it over and I'll think about it. Because honestly I don't remember where I was going with it. But anywho, I'm still here, but I'm just going to be slow at writing, I have two jobs, very demanding and all that bizz, especially with the holidays coming up, so thanks for being patient those who are still here!
It's hard being the most wanted man. His face is plastered on every billboard, talked about on all social media platforms. He has many fans, and quite a few that hate him. The news couldn't get enough of him either, he was mentioned almost nightly, talking about his latest accomplishments.
Most times the male stayed indoors, he knows he will be easily spotted and he couldn't be bothered to disguise himself. But even so he loved the attention and would do about anything to keep the buzz on him.
The man decided he would grace the world with his presence today. He pulled out an old ratty baseball cap, his idea of a fine disguise. He then grabbed a light green jacket and walked out of his apartment.
The sun was bright, it almost seemed to smile down at him, but the air had a nice crispness to it, reminding him that it was fall.
The man stepped out onto the busy street of Brooklyn and shoved his hands in his pockets.
People would do double takes as they passed him on the streets. They would stop and stare and whisper to the person next to them.
The man smiled as he kept his head down. He turned a corner, taking a route he always used to take to his favorite café.
The tiny Coffee shop was quiet as usual, the young woman who manned the counter was in a bright and cheery mood. She loved her job more than anything. She was there bright an early at 4am every morning, making sure all food is fresh, and coffee ready to be brewed. As she waited for the store to open she always made herself a Caramel macchiato with two shots of espresso, topped with a dollop of whipped cream. And with that drink she reads news articles on her phone, just to keep up with the world of today.
It was 11am, her last hour before her shift was over. Sundays were lazy days and she spent most of her time chatting with the customers and cleaning dishes. In her mind it was the perfect end to a perfect day.
The bell on the front door rang, alerting the staff that a guest had arrived. A tall man with a ratty baseball cap and a light green jacket walked in. The woman smiled and greeted him. The male nodded in response and looked up at the menu.
"You look familiar sir" the young woman said.
A smile broke out across the man's face. "I get that a lot."
The male searched the menu, wanting to try something new. "How about a Raspberry Mocha, but with dark chocolate?"
The woman cocked her head to the side examining the man a bit more. "Coming right up sir."
The male paid for his coffee and he stood off to the side.
"Isn't that him? It totally looks like him."
"No, it can't be him, why would he show up here?"
"But what if it is him?"
Whispers were uttered from the patrons around the young man. He chuckled to himself, enjoying the attention. It will be soon until someone actually recognizes him.
"Go ask him, you should go ask him!"
"No way! I'm scared!"
"Should we call somebody?"
The man's smile began to falter as he began to grow anxious. He was beginning to rethink his decision.
The woman behind the counter stole glances at the new customer as she worked on his coffee. She knew she saw this man somewhere before, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
She frowned as she placed a lid of the coffee cup. "Order number 87!"
The man straightened up and strode back over to the counter. He took his cup and smiled politely, "thank you."
It was then she noticed it, one of his canines, it was silver. Then it clicked. She recognized him.
This man has been on been on TV, in news articles, he's one of the most talked about people on the internet. She recognized him as one of the top ten most wanted criminals in America.
"Hey I know you!"
The man bowed almost mockingly as he backed up towards the door. "Have a pleasant day Miss, and thank you for the coffee."
He left, the door ringing behind him.
He took a sip of his coffee, the sweet tanginess of the raspberry danced on his tongue, along with the smooth bitter sweet taste of the dark chocolate mocha. The sun shined brightly down on him as he walked down the street, he heard sirens in the distance.
It's hard being the most wanted man.