“Excuse me?” I want to make sure I heard her correctly. To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never met her before. The young girl who was serving looks horrified as she steps aside. I have no idea why she’d say that to me. I suppose I do have a pretty bad rep around town when it comes to women. So fuck-‘em-and-chuck-‘em could easily apply to me.
“I don’t think we have what you’re after in here,” she says as she places her hands on her hips. Fuck she’s got some attitude. I almost want to laugh at her.
“This is a coffee shop, isn’t it?” I reply with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes,” she snaps back.
“Well, I think I’m in luck then. I’ll have a large, strong black coffee, thanks.” Her eyes narrow at me again. I smirk, trying to hold back the laugh that’s building in my throat. The younger girl grabs a large takeaway coffee cup off the stack. Her hands are shaking.
After picking up the lid and pulling a sharpie out of her apron, she asks me my name. “Give me that,” the redhead says as she snatches it out of her hand. She walks over to the coffee machine and starts slamming things as she makes my coffee while the younger girl takes my money.
I’m still none the wiser for the lip she’s giving me, but I find it rather amusing. I’m not used to women speaking to me like this.
I pay and move to the end of the counter to wait for my coffee. The redhead gives me the stink-eye as she passes it over. Once I have it in my hand I look down at the lid. “Pig” is what is written where my name should be. Fuck me, if it doesn’t make me crack up. I’m sure it was meant to offend me, but it has quite the opposite effect.
I hear her huff at my amusement. “You’re lucky I didn’t spit in it,” is all she says as she turns around and storms off. I have no idea what that was all about, but it’s brightened my mood somewhat. That didn’t last fucking long though.
“Thanks for the exceptional customer service,” I say smartly to her retreating back. When she flips me off over her shoulder, I crack up again. Fucking women.
“I’ll be out back if you need me,” I hear her say to the other girl.
I make my way to the booth right at the back. I don’t want anyone to disturb me. All I want is to drink my coffee in peace.
After removing the lid off my coffee, I blow on the hot beverage before taking a sip. How much coffee did she put in this? I asked for strong, but fuck me. There’s enough coffee in here to keep me awake for a damn week. I look over towards the counter and she’s standing there smirking at me. It brings a smile to my face.
I hold up the cup to her. “Fucking delicious,” I say as my smile widens. She growls at me and turns away. I shake my head and chuckle. This is fun. The coffee tastes like shit, but I’ll be drinking this fucker, you can count on it, if only to prove a point.
“I’m going to rush to the bank before it closes,” I hear redhead say when she emerges from the back room again. When she gets to the door, she turns and narrows her eyes at me, so I blow her a kiss. She huffs, before turning around and storming out into the street.
The door opens again. My head snaps up. I’m thinking she’s coming back for another round. I could do this all day. It’s not her though, it’s fucking Benson. I feel my blood pressure rise again for the second time today. I’ve been stewing about that fucker since he sat next to my sweet-cheeks in class. I’m glaring at his back as he looks up at the menu board. A minute later, my heart drops into the pit of my stomach when I see Angel walk in, heading straight for him. Fucking great, just what I need.
I quickly look around for another exit. There’s none. I have to walk out the same way I walked in. Fuck. I’m trapped. I slump down into my seat. Thankfully they haven’t noticed me sitting here. It’s bad enough I have to witness this.
When he places his grubby fucking hand on the small of her back, I see red. I have to control the urge not to run over there and crash tackle that prick to the ground.
Get your hands off my girl!
He leans over and whispers something to her and she giggles. I love the sound of her laugh. It’s sweet. Just like her. When she smiles at him, the red I was seeing instantly turns to green. She used to look at me like that, until I screwed everything up.
Once they have their drinks they make their way over to a table. He just plonks his punk arse down. Doesn’t even pull out her chair. My old man maybe a rough and tumbled biker, but he always taught me to be a gentleman.
Sitting here watching them together is more than I can bear right now. I need to get the hell out of here. It’s not like I can walk straight past them. Well I can but I won’t. I don’t trust myself not to say or do something. I’m gonna have to sit here and suffer through the torture of seeing them together, all fucking cosy and shit.