Bullet Wound

Chapter 4: Stressed

Two cops walked through the door chatting lively to one another; Evan quietly thanked the waitress for bringing over their drinks. Impressed at the fact he could even manage words out of his mouth, Red was staring at him weirdly.
" What the hell's wrong with you?" she asked, sipping her iced tea nonchalantly.
Evan didn't respond, he was too busy focusing on the cops right behind her head. They seemed cheerful, smiling & laughing with each other. Patiently waiting for a table, they were relaxed too relaxed to be making an arrest.
Probably on lunch break, he thought. Evan decided it wasn't a big deal, and tried to brush it off.
" Evan?" she asked, waving her hand in his face.
He snapped back to his own world, completely forgetting about the person in front of him.
" Sorry, I got distracted," he laughed. Red raised a suspicious eyebrow. " Okay?"
The officers walked right past their table & much to Evan's dismay were seated right behind them. Red looked at Evan then behind him, very visibly slowly connecting the dots. She laid back in her chair after coming to a conclusion.
" Calm down," she whispered, Evan nodded. And took a deep breath & continued talking like normally. Trying his best to ignore the people behind him.
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Not long after their food came out, they ordered a pizza to share. It was a compromise they both agreed on; the aroma was heavenly. Evan was hungry but nothing compared to Red who had already eaten 2 slices meanwhile he had just barely gotten to half of his first slice.
" Don't look at me like that," she scowled, drinking her iced tea. Evan laughed and continued eating.
The pizza was great, but something was itching at Evan. This often occurred when he was spending time with her, he found it strange. They were two completely different people, with little to no interests in common. Evan was quick to apologize while Red never apologized. The differences go on & on, this didn't bother him, it was just something he thought about.
He rested his face on the palm of his hand, watching as Red looked out the window. There was something so intriguing about her, like an art piece no one quite understood.
Her emerald green eyes shimmering in the sun's radiant light, the vibrant color of her hair practically glowing. Evan smiled, Red looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
A sly smile spread across her face, " What are you looking at?" she teased.
Evan looked away, " N-nothing," he stamperted. She laughed, grinning widely.

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" Why were you tense back there?" she asked, " Just a bit scared you know?"
She scoffed, " Were not the only gang giving the police a hard time, so I wouldn't worry."
Evan shot her a confused glare, " We aren't?" he asked bluntly.
" Hell no! There's tons of them, not to mention just singular criminals. They've always got their hands full."
He flushed in embarrassment, that has got to be one of the dumbest things I've ever said.
" You can be so smart & dumb at the same time!" she laughed, he gasped pretending to be offended.
The building came into view, he knocked on the door softly. " Evan!" he called out, the door slowly opened.
There was no angry mumbling like usual, Anthony wasn't even at the door. " Where is he?" he asked, the woman smiled.
" Don't worry he's fine," she said, moving out of the way, giving him space to enter.
Evan noticed she was using crutches, probably got injured on a mission.
Red, not even a few feet behind him, went to enter. The woman's sweet expression melted, she stopped holding the door letting the heavy door swing almost hitting her face.
" You're strong enough to hold your own door," she said in a nasty tone.
Evan just went down the already open passage, walking to the workshop. When Red finally came down about a minute later, she was visibly annoyed.
" That was annoying," she told him, " Leave it alone."
" So she gets to treat me like shit? I think not," she scoffed, " I mean you don't treat them much better."
She stayed silent after that, Evan looked at her for a few seconds.
" What?" " It's three," he said grinning, Red quickly pulled out her phone.
"Shit," she muttered, she walked over to the gun wall & picked one up.
Stuffing it into her bag, "Why didn't you tell me sooner!" she called out angrily.
Evan just laughed, It's not my job to manage your job.
He began working on his project, looking for something to do while he waited. He wanted time to go faster just for the sake he could all of this over with.
Evan liked routine, & enjoyed little to no change in his day. Changes in his life had a habit of being a misfortune for him, it got boring from time to time but he didn't mind.
Time goes by faster when doing something fun right?

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Evan jumped at the sudden banging against the door, when he opened the door he wished he had the guts to slam it in her face.
" Yes?" he said as nicely as he could manage, " I would recommend, leaving now. Unless you want to be stuck in evening traffic."
He made a confused face, "What?" Kristen rolled her eyes, " It's 7pm, the bachelor party?"
His eyes widened, as realization set in. His heart began racing, unsure what he was supposed to do.
She pointed towards the stairs, he followed her directions & rushed up the stairs. Quickly getting past the woman, he was greeted with a car parked in front. He jumped in the car, there in the back seat there was a suitcase.
Is this how it's always set up? He thought back to earlier when Red had gotten her gun.
Is this her trying to help me? Evan scoffed, it wasn't really doing much but he was grateful.

He watched through the tinted windows as the short & tall building towered over the busy streets, the city lights beginning to turn on.

The driver was quiet, and which in Evan's case wasn't great. He talked when he was nervous, it was an annoying habit.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately interrupted.
" I don't do small talk," he said coldly.
Evan looked in a different direction as to not met his eye, there was a feeling stirring in his stomach. Something foul, he felt his lunch beginning to crawl right back up his throat as the hotel came into view.
The driver signaled to get out of the car; he stared at the building in front of him his heart speeding up with every car that passed by.