Elena's POV

It takes a whole month for Elliot to visit Café Black, but when I see him stride in through the doors, the memories from that night come flooding in. And it has nothing to do with him. His eyes scan the room until they land on me, serving the same student with her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop.

He waves at me, and I wave back, before heading back to the counter for a coffee refill. When I attempt to serve the other tables, he waves me over.

"Someone else can handle this," he says. "Come sit with me."

"But...the manager...."

"Yeah," Elliot chuckles. "I should make him attend to the tables one of these days, don't you think? That's a great idea, Elena."

"No!" I shake my head once as I slide into the booth with him. "That isn't what I meant. He doesn't like me doing other things while working."

"Well, this isn't other things," Elliot answers, shrugging. "You are helping your boss plan out something important to him."

Elliot calls over one of the other attendants and has her take the tray from me. She doesn't look too happy about that, but when Elliot introduces himself, she does a double-take, forces a smile my way, and then walks away.

She probably thinks being in my good books is better than becoming an enemy simply because it seems I am friends with the owner of the café. She couldn't be any more wrong.

"How are things going around here?" he starts, leaning into the seat.

"Great," I answer, hoping he doesn't make me say more than that. But with Elliot's uncanny ability to look into my eyes and tell that there is something else I am not divulging, I don't stand a chance.

"Come on," he drawls. "Tell me. I can't trust the words of my manager, especially when it comes to human management. And honestly, he seems a little scary."

"He is scary," I blurt, then hold my hand up against my lips. "I'm sorry. I should never have said that."

"I wanted to hear it, Elena. And maybe this is the sign I have been waiting for to ask him to leave. I have heard rumors of his maltreatment from some of the customers, but I have never witnessed it before. If you fear him this much..."

"He makes us fear him," I sigh, allowing the gates to push open. "And then, I run more shifts than I am supposed to, even though it doesn't reflect in my pay at the end of the day,"

"I'm sorry about that, Elena."

I wave his apology away. "It is worth it, I guess, because I have met some nice people in here as well. Like that student doing her assignment. We barely ever speak to each other because she is always busy, but I like her a lot."

"I'm glad to hear that." His tone becomes serious as she slides to the edge of his seat. "I need your help, Elena. Remember the girl from the other night? The one who came to meet me?"

I nod.

"Her birthday is coming up soon, and I have no idea what to get for her. I was hoping you could give me some pointers, since you know..."

I don't know why a part of me assumed that Elliot's visit had something to do with the man from that night. He got up before I opened my eyes, and I haven't seen him again since then. Before Elizabeth came to get me, I tried asking around, but no one seemed to know who he was.

Elizabeth said she couldn't remember who was sitting next to me, but she knew that everyone in that circle was a close friend of Jaden, with whom she spent the night. I am just so happy for her that her crush hasn't been in vain.

"What does she like?" I question, trying to sound excited.

"Flowers, a lot of food, great clothing, vacations....the typical girl stuff."

I stare at him blankly. I am a girl, and I don't think those are the first things that come to mind when anyone asks what I like.

I enjoy some peace, I like Yoga, learning new things, hiking, swimming... But then again, maybe all of these things would have been mentioned if I had grown up rich.

"Why don't you do all of these things as one then?" I suggest. "You could take her out of the country. I heard Japan has great scenery. You can take her shopping in preparation for the trip, get her flowers during a nice date night there, and get her meals. The spa sessions, swimming together, and all of that have to be included."

"Japan," he muses, stroking his chin. "Why did I never think of that?"

"Hey," Elizabeth chirps as she strolls in unannounced, as usual. I am about to make a comment when the wave of her perfume hits me, and suddenly, it feels like my insides are fighting against each other.

I stiffen for a few seconds, just as my eyes widen. Elizabeth stops. "What is wrong with you, Elena?"

But I do not have the time to answer as I race into the bathroom at the speed of light. I hear someone follow closely behind, but I am more focused on not getting the contents of my stomach on the gleaming marble floor.

Reaching the bathroom, I sit on the floor and throw up into the toilet bowl, retching out the only meal I have eaten all day. Elizabeth grabs some toilet paper and cleans up after me, watching me warily as I lean against the tiled wall.

I have been feeling sick since yesterday. Maybe I should see the doctor.

"What is happening, Elena?" Elizabeth asks quietly. "I noticed this yesterday, too. And you have been complaining of fatigue."

"It could be stress," I murmur, feeling another wave of nausea hit the moment she steps closer to me. "Or your perfume."

"I have been using the same thing for years now, and you have never reacted this way to it before."

She stops just as our eyes meet in the huge bathroom.

"Elene, are you..."

I shake my head. No. I can't be.

Elena's POV

"Come on," Elizabeth said, grabbing my hand. "We're going to the drugstore."

What? I couldn't just leave work in the middle of the day.

As nervous as I was to find out the truth about this pregnancy scare, I still couldn't just leave work whenever I pleased.

"We can go after my shift."

"No way! Don't you want to know right away?"

"Of course I do. It's just..." I couldn't complete my sentence because I was cut off by Elizabeth.

"This is serious. We are going now."

I didn't want to argue with her especially with the tone of finality in her voice.

We left the ladies and went back into the cafe. With my head bent, I tried to walk behind Elizabeth as quickly as I could but unfortunately, I was stopped.

"Hey!" His loud voice made me jolt in fear. "Where do you think you're going?"

I turned around to see my manager staring back at me with fury in his eyes.

"I was just...I was..."

"You were doing what?" Mr Goldstein bellowed angrily.

"I was just escorting her to the clinic. She's not feeling too well." Elizabeth interfered.

"Was I talking to you?" Goldstein directed his anger towards Elizabeth.

"I have given you several warnings but you failed to cooperate," he turned back to me. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to let you go."

"Wait? What?" Elizabeth exclaimed.

I was too stunned to speak. Today was really turning out to be a nightmare.

As I stood there on the spot, my vision started becoming blurry until I saw nothing but pitch black.

When I opened my eyes, I was quite confused by the view around me.

I had to blink a few times for my sight to clear up. That was when I realized that I was in a hospital room.

How did I even get here?

The last thing I remembered was me trying to throw up in the bathroom at the cafe and then...

Oh no!

I'm pregnant.

I looked down at my tummy. Even though it was covered by the hospital gown, it looked very much the same. Flat.

I really hoped, with everything in me, that I was actually not pregnant.

Just then, Elizabeth walked into the room with a relieved look on her face.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so scared when you passed out in the cafe."

"Yeah, I barely remember that. All I knew was that Mr Goldstein had stopped us from leaving. That was the last thing I remembered."

"Well, after you fainted, Elliot stepped in."

"Elliot?"

"Yeah, why didn't you tell me that he owned the cafe?"

"I also just found out." I defended myself.

"Well, it's good because he fired Goldstein."

What?

My hands flew over my mouth in surprise at the information.

"You're lying."

"No I'm not," Liz smiled. "Just before we left for the hospital, he sacked Goldstein for the maltreatment of his staff."

"Oh wow."

"I know right?" She grinned. "So you definitely have your job back now."

My joy was halted when I remembered the reason I was in the hospital in the first place.

"Liz?" I called softly.

She took in the look of worry on my face and the smile on her face dropped slowly.

"Yeah?"

"Am I pregnant?"

As I asked the question, a niggling feeling in me already knew the answer. I just needed to confirm it by hearing someone say it out loud.

Elizabeth took a deep breath before nodding her head sadly.

"Do you know who the father is?"

"Yes...I mean no."

"Huh?"

"I know who he is. He was the first and only guy that I've been with but I don't know his name..."

"What do you mean you don't know his name?" Liz asked in bewilderment.

"Everything happened so fast that I didn't realize that I didn't get his name."

"Girl what?"

"I know...it's bad."

"Do you at least have his number?" She asked. "Just in case we wanted to contact him."

"I don't...I was intoxicated so I was not thinking straight at all."

This wasn't me at all. The alcohol coupled with the charm of the mysterious guy has left me in this complete mess.

Tears welled in my eyes and Liz moved closer to me when she noticed.

"Hey, don't cry about it," She placed an assuring hand on mine as she tried to comfort me. "There are options, trust me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...you don't have to keep the baby if you don't want to."

"Oh."

"I spoke to the nurse just before I came in and she said that you can have the abortion now if you want."

I really hadn't thought that far ahead yet but I knew that abortion was not really my cup of tea.

"Look, I know what you're thinking. You want to give the child a chance at living and all but you have to consider the fact that you can't afford this."

She was right. I can barely keep my own head above water let alone another person's.

"I get that but I still need some time to think about it. This is a big decision."

"That's fine. We can always come back later if you change your mind."

"Yeah..."

Just then, the door creaked open and Elliot walked in. He was holding a brown paper bag that seemed to be filled with food.

"I figured you would be hungry."

"Oh you didn't have to," Elizabeth chimed in but he frowned at her.

"Of course I did. She passed out in my cafe. It was only right for me to do this."

"Thank you," I finally said. "Liz told me what you did. You've been too kind."

"It's my pleasure. You don't have to worry about Goldstein anymore."

"Yeah, she told me..."

"I've found a better replacement," he said with a satisfied smile.

Wow. So soon?

"That was quick," I smiled tightly. "When is he starting?"

"She's a woman actually and she's starting as soon as she's discharged from the hospital."