I took another drag from my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs and evaporating into the air. My men were upstairs "playing" with some poor bastard. It was our second job this week. He wasn't easy to find and our client wanted him gone. I was tired and ready to go home.
I was leaning against my bike when I heard it.
A couple arguing. Their voices were echoing through the empty parking lot, like a movie I couldn't turn off. She had been yelling at him for a good fifteen minutes now, with full volume, no breaks and her voice full of emotions. These types of fights didn't come from nowhere, this was the result of years of unspoken dissatisfaction and whatever he did this was her last straw.
Despite everything their fight was slightly amusing.
The guy: But baby...
Her: Don't fucking baby me
Him: I know, I've got vices, but I promise I...I'll change, I'll be better. I love you munchkin.
Her: SHUT THE FUCK UP. Three years I've tolerated your tiny ass dick, your stupid pet names and the whole time you've been cheating on me with women who must have an higher IQ than your stroke game
I almost choked on the smoke. I tried not to laugh but it was getting hard. Her anger was very theatrical although she didn't seem to give a shit whether she had an audience or not.
It amused me despite the exhaustion and maybe I also needed the distraction. I can't remember the last time I've been in a relationship, my job didn't leave room for attachment. "Emotions cloud judgement and clarity" I could almost hear my father say. And yet, there I was, standing in the shadows, getting way too invested in a stranger's meltdown.
Him: But....the wedding baby
She yanked the ring off her finger and threw it at his chest
Her: Fuck you, fuck that wedding and the brainless bimbos you've been screwing. Take your cheap ass ring and shove it so far up your ass you start coughing rhinestones.
I let out a quiet huff as a smirk creeped across my face. Professionalism was gone. This girl and her colorful language were getting the best of me.
The guy begged, cried and even dropped to his knees but nothing worked
Her: Get the fuck out of my face
Him: but baby...
Her: STOP FUCKING CALLING ME BABY. LEAVE
Him: ok ok...but how will you get back?
Even then the poor bastard was trying to be sweet. It was almost cute but the softer he got the more furious she became.
Her: I'll find a way.Alex, just...leave
The lot fell quiet once he left, but I was still watching her. She kicked off her heels with a frustrated grunt, then pulled the pins from her bun, letting her curls fall onto her shoulders. She massaged her scalp and wiped what seemed like tears from her cheeks.
A few minutes later she was on the phone, facing me. I was still hidden in the shadows but then she looked up, our eyes met, and just like that I was caught. I didn't flinch and neither did she. Just finished her call, shoved her phone in her purse, and started walking towards me. Confident. Calm. Almost like she knew me.
I kept it cool, leaned on my bike as she approached. She was even prettier up close
-Got one for me ? she asked pointing at my cigarette
I reached into my pocket and pulled the half-empty pack. She took one, our fingers brushing for a split second then I lit it for her.
-Thanks
