You woke up to the obnoxious sound of your alarm clock. You groggily moved your hand to try and stop the blaring beeps. Sitting up you looked at the time, 6:30 a.m. You worked at a little bakery a couple blocks away. It was a local business and you were friends with the owner, Oliver Kirkland. He always dressed nice for work, and his outfits always complimented his features. He had big blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, he was very handsome and very polite.
You got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, coffee was already made and Ly was sitting at the table on her phone, “Morning, thanks for making coffee.” You said and started to pour a mug. “Ly can you give me a ride to work? My car is still in the shop.” She nodded and kept reading whatever was on her phone, “Uuuh, are you good?” You questioned once more. “(y/n) crime rates in the city are going up like crazy. My friend’s dad was killed just the other night along with two other sm