Infinite Time: Chapter 03- Intension
[Infinite Time]
By: Baz
[Chapter 03: Intension]
[Volt]
I understood why Akrest left the bar, if I were in the same position I would’ve escaped too. A week had passed since the funeral and I barely realized it. I had been spending all of my time at the station trying to find out more information about Agate. My first lead was her sister who took over the flower shop after she passed. I was hoping to find some information about the letter, thinking that maybe Agate asked her to mail it after her death.
Agate’s sister, Amy, was four years younger than her. She had Agate’s same jet black hair and petite figure. They looked almost identical except Amy had bright green eyes that always reminded me of a cat’s eye. We got along better than her sister, mostly because Amy didn’t really like her all that much. I approached the white and blue flower shop that was very mundane compared to the more modern buildings in downtown Seattle. It stuck out like a sore thumb and because of that it garnered many customers.
Aside from selling flowers, Agate also provided a café with various caffeinated drinks. This attracted the artsy crowds from bigger coffee shop chains. The people seemed to almost live at the shop, always there with their laptops and various business papers sprawled not only on the tables but the floor around them too. It was difficult to find a seat I imagined, but I wasn’t there to waste space or leech Wi-Fi. I cut through the line and approached Amy who was frantically trying to juggle customer’s demands of coffee and bouquets.
“Hello Amy, it’s Volt.” I said loudly over the generic jazz music and grinding coffee beans. “I need to ask you a few questions about a letter that Agate wrote.”
She was shocked to see me and motioned for her two other employees to cover her as she took off her navy blue apron that had accrued a lot of coffee stains. The smell of lattes and various espresso beans was so intoxicating it felt like I was getting a contact high from the persistent fumes. She waved me back to the employee lounge and sat down on one of the generic plastic chairs you’d find in school.
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