Gentle Breath of Heaven

Chapter Two.

"If you don't want to talk about it then leave!" She screeched in irritation. Every calm uncaring reply he'd given her only irritated Her more. 

He quietly got up, grabbed his coat, and laced up his shoes. She ran behind him forcefully turning his body to her's.

"Vanessa I really don't-"

"Then don't. Just don't leave," She mumbled into his neck. She hugged him tightly in a needy manner. He stood still not reacting to her touch. "Don't be like this," She whispered her lips kissing his neck. Slowly he was becoming more affected by her actions. 

He broke himself away from her grabbing his car keys. "Adrian!" she whined. He stared at her for a moment, but left without saying a word. "Adrian," she huffed kicking the wall. 

When Adrian arrived at the cafe he was greeted by Marissa, a eye turner with her piercings and vibrant hair colors. People often prejudged her and were usually surprised when they were greeted by her bright and even feminine personality.

"You should have been here last night, your photographs were a hit!", She spoke ecstatically. Marissa wiped the tables in the empty cafe.

"Someone was looking for you. I think she wanted to buy your work."

"Did you tell her I don't sell?" 

She shrugged, "No need, you weren't here anyways."

The entrance chimed and in walked Tyrek, Adrian's friend and former roommate.

"Where the fuck you been? I was looking for you all day yesterday. Look I need you to do me a-"

"no." Adrian chimed instantly. Even though Tyrek was a cool guy, he always got Adrian caught in messed up situations.

"Damn you could let your boy finish." Tyrek frowned.

"Last time I let you finish I was kicked out my dorm."

"okay my bad, but I let you have your own room at my place, so chill. Besides this is for my uncle's club. I told him that you would take pictures at this thing tonight for the site."

"Which one?" Adrian asked.

"The real nice one downtown." 

Adrian thought about it for a moment and accepted. 

"This better be done by eleven. I got a class in the morning."

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Tyrek's uncle owned three of the most hottest clubs in the city. He was a loud guy who's demeanor demanded respect. Large and Tall, customers often mistook him for a bouncer. 

Tonight the club was filled with over two hundred people. All of them attending the fashion week after party. This was a big event the club was holding, and Tyrek's uncle was hell bent on making the whole night perfect.

Adrian was taking pictures throughout the night as he was told. Throughout the night he had taken pictures of the most richest men to the most finest models. He even managed to get some shots of A-list celebrities. With it going on eleven he knew he still could shoot some more pictures.

His phone vibrated in his pocket for the fifth time since he'd been in the club. He knew who it was and ignored it. Vanessa had called Adrian's phone ten times since the argument they'd had earlier. Even if she had called a hundred times, Adrian was sure he wasn't going to answer her call anytime soon.

It wasn't like he was angry, because he had forgotten the whole thing a long time ago. It was the space that kept Adrian from answering his phone. Ever since he'd decided to move in with Vanessa, he saw that more of his time was becoming devoted to her. This was unexpected, and it scared him. Commitment was not in this twenty year old's vocabulary. But slowly he found himself becoming just that.

He took a seat at the bar, attempting to put his thoughts behind him. Tyrek, who was bar-tending, was helping another customer. The bar was surrounded with people waiting for a drink, Adrian would be surprised if he talked to Tyrek anytime tonight.

"Ugh.." The woman seated next to him groaned. She had her head and arms rested on the bars counter top. Her dark hair was covering her face so that Adrian could not see it. She lifted her head giggling, her hair still over her face. "I think i'm tipsy," she squeaked innocently. Her words made Adrian laugh.

"Who do you think your laughing at?" She brushed the hair from her face. Blinking, she adjusted to the minor change in lighting.

Adrian looked about the club then laid his eyes back on her. "You." 

Even drunk, her brown eyes were still warm. Which made Adrian feel an unusual draw to her. Petite, her messy neck length hair, shaped around her face. her lips pouted, the expression on her face was art.

The flash of his camera surprised him. It was the impulse of his artistic ways, that never let him miss a good piece of art.

He waited a moment for her to react. He figured she hadn't notice when she began to talk again.

"I hope you know that your laughing at a well respected journalist in the fashion world." She leaned over poking at his chest.

"Show some respect. What are you seventeen? Didn't your mother teacher you not to laugh at your elders?"

He rubbed the spot where she had poked him. "Ha, you got jokes? I'm sorry, but my mother never taught me how to treat a drunk"

He looked at her and saw that her head and arms were rested on the counter top once again.

"Hey!" he shouted.

She did not respond, so he shook her shoulder. She rolled her head over, but did not do much more than that. He figured that the alcohol had finally kicked in. He stood up from the bar debating on whether or not to leave her there.

He took a picture of the scenario before making his decision. Tyrek was still behind the bar, but in hearing distance of Adrian. 

Adrian shouted to Tyrek, "tell your uncle I'm leaving."