FAVORITE CRIME- FAST AND FURIOUS

1. sandwiches and fistfights

ONE.

friday

THE SUN WAS HIGH IN THE SKY, and Selina Greene could feel its heat from inside of the shop she worked in. She and it's owner were the only two in, though, so the place was cool enough. Toretto's Market and Cafe was often slow on days like these, but she had grown used to seeing familiar faces frequenting the shop. The man who was currently settling into a seat, for example, had been coming in everyday for a while.

"You're here again," Selina murmured, looking up from the doodles on her small notepad. She took in the man's short, curly dark hair, and his even darker eyes. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans, she presumed, as his legs were hidden beneath the counter. She also noted the empty chair beside him. "And without your brother." The brother who hardly looked like him. Sel had long since learned not to question family like that, though.

"He and I don't do everything together... but he's on his way," the man, Tony, said with a smirk, eyeing her. "And you're here without Mia."

Selina shrugged, her mix of blonde and brown micro braids tickling her shoulders. "She'll be in. What can I get you?"

"Turkey on rye—"

"No mustard, extra mayo," she finished for him, moving to make the sandwich. She could feel his eyes on her, prickling her brown skin. It was not an unwelcome feeling from the fairly nice, attractive man. "I don't know why I bother asking anymore." She made it quickly, sliding the plate over to him along with a can of soda.

He took a bite out of it, as if it were heaven on earth. "I could always decide to try something new," he said once he swallowed.

"Don't bother." A small frown came to her glossed lips. "What you have right there is the best you're gonna get."

He laughed, a full and deep sound. "Don't you care that anyone passing by can hear you say that?"

"Not really. The owner won't fire me," she let out thoughtfully, pointing to where Dom sat silently behind a screen, his back facing them. "He's my cousin."

"And so is Mia?" Tony asked with a tilted head and she nodded. "Is she seeing anyone?"

Selina narrowed her eyes at him, immediately on guard. "Depends on who's asking."

"I'm asking," he clarified, "but not for me, for my brother."

She brightened at that, knowing how fond Mia was of the man. Selina simply gave him a mischievous smirk. "She could be seeing someone. Brian will have to ask her himself."

He smiled, flashing his white teeth and endearing smile lines. "And what about you? Seeing anyone?"

"Depends on who's asking."

"I am," he began, leaning forward a bit, "but for me this time."

She squinted her eyes, holding back her laugh. She could tell that line had worked on many women before, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to work on her. "Well—"

Just then, Mia walked into the shop, toying with the hem of her black tank top as she slid behind the counter. Her dark hair fell down her back and almost succeeded at hiding her small frame and tanned skin. "Hey Sel, sorry I'm late." She glanced at their customer. "Tony, you're here. Hi."

His smile had dimmed into a smirk. "Same time everyday."

"There's no rush, honey," Selina said in reply to Mia's previous statement, leaning forward to kiss the woman's cheeks. "You've got a lot of studying to do. Mind if I take a quick break?"