Obsidian

{Two🖤}

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After the whole 'incident' I decided to change before continuing with my day. Walking around in ripped and dirty clothes? Not my style.

I changed out of my clothes into a pair of low rise brown cargo pants and a cropped grey jumper. I freed my hair from the claw clip that it was in and shook out my roots before i grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

All that exercise made me want coffee

I walked into Starbucks and ordered a caramel frappe with extra caramel drizzle. My favorite.
Once I ordered, I paid and told the barista to keep the change as I sat down at a table in the corner facing the ceiling length windows.

I proped my drink onto tbe table and began examining my hand again, more specifically, the ring. It was on my middle finger on my left hand. 24 karat gold jewel encrusted. real diamonds. It was easy to say that my hand right now is worth millions or dollars.

I felt so classy just by wearing it. The coolness on my skin. It felt amazing.

I am so tempted to give someone the finger right now.

I grabbed my drink in both hands and took a long savory sip, while longing gazing out of the cafe window. I like to watch people. Not in a creepy way, I just think it's important to be observant, especially when you're like me.

I'm busing watching pedestrians and passbyers and I make eye contact with this one guys. He stares at me. I stare back. He blinks. I don't.

He turns in the complete opposite direction he was walking in and enters the coffee shop.

Immediately, I shove my hands under the table, removing the ring and placing it on my ring finger before I grap the straw of my drink and swirl it around.

Don't get me wrong, I am very confrontational and can handle my own, but there is always a time and a place, and right now avoidance is looking real good.

He grabs the chair infront of me and lowers himself onto the sear, staring at me intensely and asks "What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting all alone?"

I mentally roll my eyes at him "Just waiting for my husband" I reply in my sweetest 'innocent girl' voice.

He makes a low grumble before leaning forward and adding "What's got him leaving you all alone here? mhhh?"

For God Sakes it's literally 8am.

"His baldder" I reply bluntly.

"Well I don't see his drink anywhere" he blatantly states, licking his front teeth.

"He doesn't drink coffee" I add in quickly, and I take my left hand and bring it to my neck, showing off my beautiful ring.

His eyes drift to the gigantic rock on my finger, and as we make eye contact, he goes to grap my wrist. I close my fist out of fear that he might try to take it, and he just chuckles lowly at me.

"That's quite a rock you got there girlie" He replies with an arched brow

'You're an observant one, aren't you' I thought to myself.
For once, I held my tongue.

Shocking.

I gave the most tight lipped smile I could manage and subtly nodded me head, hoping that the weirdo stranger would leave me alone.

He didn't.

I was thinking of all the ways I was going to try and weasle out of the conversation when he pipped up "I guess i'll just have to keep you company until he comes back then" flashing me a toothy smile.

Men.

"Yeah... no" I say as flatly as I can.

He stares at me.

I stare back.

"Don't be like that girlie" he breathes out as his hand snakes up my leg, resting on my thigh.

I place my elbow on the table and rest my chin on my hand. Tilting my head, I smile at the stranger before me

Did I say smile?

Smirk.

I meant smirk.

I smirked at the stranger.

Slowly, I leaned forward, reaching for my purse. I guess this loser must have thought I was going to kiss him or something because he leaned in closer towards me too.

Nasty.

I snapped open my purse, keeping eye contact with him, as I slid my rose gold glock 19 out. My mood instantly changed and suddenly a surge of happiness overtook me. I gripped the weapon with my right hand, savoring  the icy metallic feeling.

I presses the gun between his legs, and watched as his eyes widened in realization. The fear in his eyes was distinctive. It turned my smirk into a genuine smile.

"Are you a father?" I questioned him, as I twirled a strand of hair that had fallen infront of my face.

He gulped audibly, vigorously shaking his head "no"

"Do you wanna be?" I asked flirtatiously, poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue, while I moved the glock from left to right in slow motion.

He again, shook his head vigorously, only this time signaling 'yes'

I looked him up and down, and up and down, while his eyes remained glued to the floor. In fear or shame. I didn't know. I didn't care.

"You have three seconds to fuck off before I have to do something to hurt you and your future kids" I gritted out, and almost immediately, he stumbled backwards, trying to fast walk out of the store.

What's wrong with men nowadays?

Who does he think he is?

Don't put up with it, Tara.

My internal conversation was stressing me more than he had been. Don't get me wrong, i'm not entirely crazy. I'm not hearing voices, I don't have multiple personalities. I talk to myself. okay. and sometimes, I just so happen to do it in third person.

Having conversations with yourself. Totally normal, right?

I decided I couldn't very well shoot this man. As irritating as he had been he hadn't actually done anything, so I settled on a coffee throw.

Shoving my gun back into my purse, I picked up my frappe and lobbed it towards him.

Right in the head.

Coffee spilt everywhere.

He turned around to face me, confusion and embarrassment consuming his face. I simply gave him the finger, and he rushed out of the building.

Yeah I shouldn't have done that.

Now not only was I mad, but I was coffeeless - which as you can guess made me even madder than I already was.

Surprisingly, my little stunt didn't get me kicked out, but it earned me a few dirty stares from staff and customers alike.

Irritated, I stood from my table and grabbed my purse, stalking to the front of the queue. I didn't care for the grumbles of disapproval and annoyance that people gave me, and I waited for the cashier to turn around.

As she did, I slapped five fifty dollar bills onto the counter.

"I don't know who's gonna clean that" I begin, gesturing with my head to the mess I created "But when they're done, give them this" I indicate with my eyes to the money I just placed down, and I turn to walk away out of the store.

AN:)
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