How We Are: A MFM romance

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Dominique

A week and two days later, I found myself outside a bar, a cigarette in hand, my eyes blankly pointed straight down at the concrete. There was a crack in it. A small sunflower broke through, shoving its way toward the light.

I bent down, putting my cigarette in my mouth leaving my hands free to urge the small weed toward the artificial light. I squinted up at it before looking back down.

"It's no sun, my love. But for now..."

"Finally."

Darkness bathes me suddenly. I glance up to find a familiar giant of a man. Cain. He stares at me with those dark eyes. Filled with something. I can't tell what yet. I smirked, resting my elbow on my knee.

"You never called. I thought we'd broken up."

Cain licked his lips, standing to his full height, allowing the light to peek through. He offered his hand.

I glance at it, skimming my fingers over it. Rough and calloused. A working man. I looked up at him, and slowly took his hand.

His eyes did not leave mine as he felt every bump and ridge of my skin against this, palms together.

"Hardly," he said finally. "We just had some...business to attend to. It's squared away now."

I snorted, leaning against the building. "How's that my business again? How'd you find me anyway?"

Cain looked at me, and clenched his jaw. "Asked around. I came to get ya back. We weren't done."

I raised my brows dubiously. "Weren't we?"

Cain shook his head emphatically. "Why don't you come down to the restaurant tonight? After close. I'll make you dinner. Ezra will be the entertainment. It'll be a magical evening."

I took my bottom lip between her teeth making a show of pondering his offer. He let a small smirk out at my performance.

"Are you asking or telling me?"

Cain seemed to have loved this question. He put his fingers in his mouth, blowing a sharp whistle, hailing a cab. I stepped forward.

"What are you?"

He pulled out his wallet, opening the cab door for me, ushering me in silence, fishing out a hundred dollar bill tucking into her hand safely.

"Go ahead and get home. You'll need time to get ready. Would you like me to pick you up?"

Flabbergasted, I just shook my head. "Um—"

"Then 10 it is. Bring your appetite." He tapped the top of the cab, leaving me stunned silent. He'd just...sent me home to get ready for a date...when had she agreed to a date. And Ezra as the entertainment? I have a niggling feeling about that one.

The entire situation was bizarre, but so were the pair Cain and Ezra. That's what makes them so interesting.

"You okay?" The cab driver asked carefully.

"Hm? Of course, why do you ask?"

His eyes dart to mine from the rear view. "You know who he is, don't you?"

"I'm sorry?"

"That..." he pauses, his mouth twisting up as if he can't find the right word. "Man? Cain."

"You know Cain?"

His brow dipped in confusion. "You're not from here." That's what he concluded resolutely. Because there was no way, apparently, she could be both oblivious and from here.