Chapter 4: Ethan Carter

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"That brat finally decided to come with my coffee" I mumble, she hands me the coffee cup; her hands slip making our hands accidentally meet...she pulls away fast. I couldn't believe that attitude she has; how'd she even get the job? She probably tricked them with her looks. Wouldn't expect more or less. She walks away, grabbing a cupcake, as she starts eating it fast, as if they were her favourite treat...she walks back to the counter.

Now my eyes shift to her silky, brownish, lightish hair that looked soft, her beautiful green eyes. looking at them, made falling into a garden of grass, flowers and nature amazing. Her deep olive-green eyes, could make trees and flowers grow with just a blink. In her green eyes secrets gleam and play, nature 's hues in a silent sway. It seemed like they were indescribable, like a million of words couldn't even describe how much her eyes carry of beauty.

A smile ghosts my mouth, and I knew she saw it. But after all, why do I care? she's a brat who doesn't even know who she's talking to. I let out a sigh.
She looks away, then says, "it's going to be 4.50 bucks. How will you be paying today?"I roll my eyes. "Card. I'm still wondering if your stupid or blind; seems like your both," I spoke in dryness, giving her my card.

"Hm sir, I would REALLY love to get respected," she spoke.  I chuckle to myself; I knew I was getting on her nerves. This what you wanna call bond? when we don't even know each other is crazy. Ons second we're fighting, another second we're quiet. I would hate if we even knew each other.

Moments pass by; she comes back with my card. "Here you go now, Leave," she spoke with a smile. I knew she couldn't stand me, and so couldn't I. "It's rude to kick out a regular costumer, cupcake, and I know you know I'm not wrong?" I pause with a smirk?, that tip topped the rest of my mouth. "But I'll leave now, you've had enough"

I turn around, waving at her, a bye. I walk out the café with a smile ghosting my mouth, as if I had loved or enjoyed better to say our little fight...
I get in my BMW 7 series, I buckle up, and I start driving to work already.

I was a bit late, but I didn't care about it.

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