The Baker And The Queen Pin

09.) Love/ Bad Timing

~~~Maria

I sit there, looking at him, eating the banana bread. I enjoy my helping, too. I see him, taking a bite, I look at his perfect teeth. I look at how soft his brown eyes are and I find myself, eating a nice delicate piece of ice cream. As he is slowly cleaning his portion, I see him stop in between to clean his beard, his face was littered with so many grey hairs. His hair was cut, looking good, I found myself enjoying my ice cream and my banana nut bread.

The delicate crunch of the walnuts, he didn't get these from a factory. He got these from a tree, they didn't have an oily taste to them. They were washed, baked for a few moments, and then baked again from what he told me. 'How do you like it?' He says, about to criticize himself, I could tell by the tone in his voice. I smile at him as I say, "It's delicious," He smiles genuinely as he says, 'I'm glad you like it,'

I found myself, slowly reaching my hand towards his. Before I could touch his hand, I hear him say to me, 'I have two kids,' I don't know why he's telling me this, I think to myself. I continue to reach my hand towards his, making it obvious this time. I don't know why I was unshaken, I didn't want kids, and having a man who already had them actually helped me out. For me, I didn't want to bring anyone else into my lifestyle.

I then say to him as frankly as possible, "Every man who's ever wanted to deal with me were either after what I had or a bunch of cowards. Surely, you having two kids wouldn't sway me," I get closer to him as I run my gentle hands through his beard. I feel how coarse it is, it's also taken care of very well.

"I think you're handsome," My lips get closer to his, and then reality sets in in the cruelest way possible. My phone starts ringing, I back up from leaning across the table and I realize I have my feet practically in the chair now. I sit back down and I say, "Can I take this?" His phone goes off as he says, 'Yes. Unfortunately, reality doesn't want us to progress right now.' Was he a fucking mind-reader? I step outside and take the ringing call, "Yes, Gregor?" 'Hello ma'am, when are you coming to meet?'

I take a deep sigh as I forgot I had to go and make another example today, I had to make another fucking example because of course when the police start coming down on them, they start squealing like rats. It's time these gentlemen learn that dead rats don't squeak and I'll make sure it's special for this.

~~~Booker

I see the call and I'm surprised, it was Booker. Why was he calling me? He never calls me which made it even more serious. I walk to the kitchen as I see her, I look at her beautiful figure one last time before I answer the call. "Yes, Booker, what's wrong?" I say to him. 'Dad, Booker in jail. They found a knife on him,' I take a deep breath as I put my coat on and I close up shop for the night.

I look at her and I look at her passing glance, I could tell by the look on her face that she couldn't stand that her night had been ruined either. She looks at me and says, 'Unfortunately, I have to go, too. Please, here's my phone number,' I type it down in my phone, hurriedly as she says, 'My name is Maria Smirnoff. I hope to remember your name, too, Mr. Booker,' The gentleman gets in the car as she gets close to me. She bites her bottom lip as she turns around and gets in the car.

They pull off and I turn to go to Booker. My son needed me, even when he's being an asshole, I still needed to be a good dad. I call Booker's phone and get Belle to answer the phone again. "Where's your phone?" I ask Belle. 'Mom took it from me. She said she didn't want me calling you,' I sigh as I say, "And Booker didn't want to help you," "The only reason I have it now is that he gave it to me,'

"Do you know where they're holding him?" I make my way to the school to pick up Belle first, she hadn't left and it was already 5:00. Why was she calling me so late? I think to myself. I call her back again and I ask: "Did you call your mother?" There's a long silence before she says 'Mom couldn't be bothered to answer her phone. Whenever she goes out with Miss Felicia, she turns her phone on silent. I left her a few messages but I don't know when she's going to check it,' "Don't leave the school, I'm coming now,"