Sympathy For The Devil (On Hold)

ii) Cat and Mouse

A picture of the cabin is in the side bar.

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-Adam's P.O.V.-

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, can I help you clean up," I ask, gently touching her arm.

The girl looks at me with her piercing, chestnut brown eyes with scowl, but not before letting her internal conflict surface itself for a split second. She looks like she's hiding something behind her eyes, in a secure vault. Why was she arguing with herself? 

Whatever, I have my own problems, I should't be worrying about other people's problems until I straighten mine out. If she wants to ignore me fine, I don't give a rat's ass anyways. At least I don't think I do.

"Wanker," I hear her mumble as I slink away, and she starts to clean herself off.

Wow, ok, the hispanic girl is British. Talk about ironic.

I walk over to the blonde barista who already has a replacement made for me.

"Here you go, it's on the house... Adam," she says, giggling when she says my name.

I smile and nod, taking the cup out of her hands,"Thank you."

I look back at the girl I had spilt my coffee on earlier. Gosh, the way she carries herself is so... stong and independent. She lets a man help her but I can see her hesitation in doing so. Her slender fingers twirl her long, dark brown hair as she talks to the man. Her skin is glowing in the light, and her hair shines, giving her an almost angelic frame, which is the only thing she has in common with my ex-fiance. Other than that, they are completely different. Bee was a tall, light burnette, light skinned woman who put up a sweet and nice facade, even if she didn't like you.

This petite girl though, she didn't need to tell you she disliked you, her essence and eyes could get the message across, that is, if you can hold her cold stare. 

My eyes drift back to my coffee cup, why am I comparing people to Bee? She's not worthy of such an honor, I think.

I look back the mysterious girl and can't help but feel jealous of the man who is opening the door for her. She's practically drooling over him as he escorts her out of the coffee shop. My eyes follow the two until the window can't reach much further, resulting in a melancholy sigh from me.

Fuck, I barely even talked to her, and she already has me wrapped aroud her finger. She just seems so intriguing. So hidden. I feel like.... there's more to her than meets the eye, and I want to find out what that is. That's going to haunt me for a while isn't it.

The sound of a grinder snaps me back into reality, making me glance down at my watch, it's just past 8, eh, I might as well start getting on the road. I thank the baristas before leaving and getting in my car.

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It's been almost been two hours and the silence is killing me, forcing me to turn on the radio.

My heart is paralyzed

My head was oversized

I'll take the high road like I should

You said it's meant to be

That it's not you, it's me

You're leaving now for my own good

I reach out and change the station. Really? No sad songs please, or at least songs that relate to me, that's the last thing I need. Emotional is not an adjective I need right now.