Choices : To Live Or To Love ?

Her.

I'll spread my wings and I'll
Learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes
Till I touch the sky
I'll make a wish take a chance
Make a change and
Breakaway...

The sound of someone singing had disrupted his thoughts. It was a maze in there even he couldn't get out of. Christopher had come to the park to clear his head only to find a noisy girl who couldn't seem to keep quiet.
He shouldn't be complaining though her voice wasn't that bad. Who was he kidding it was an angelic voice. He'd listen to it all day.

He'd looked towards the source of the voice and his eyes met hers. It was like staring at the sea, the shallow edges near the beach. Sea green . He couldn't quiet make out her face as she had a hoody on. She seemed like a young girl but her eyes showed defiance when their eyes met.. exactly not his type of woman. He'd glanced away shaking his head . Trouble was probably her middle name.

Only to have her bump into him and pour coffee on his shirt. And she wasn't even apologetic about it.
"there's nothing I can do for you, except buy you a shirt from the thrift shop "

Okay, really? That was an insult and she knew it. His shirt probably cost more than three months her rent. He wanted to walk away let it go like the mature grown up he was but her next words stopped him.
" besides you'd look way better without the shirt on... Lucifer " she winked at him and left.

" Lucifer? " he couldn't help but laugh. Not that he was a saint or anything, but no one insulted him to his face or flirted with him. And miss green eyes had just crossed two lines. Women and his employees were so scared of him they'd do anything he wanted. He liked it that way. Submission.

Considering his shirt was ruined he had a perfect excuse to skip work. He was the boss but showing up all messed up wasn't his idea of work ethics. That girl had actually done him a favour he needed to lie down for atleast half an hour. Sleep was a rare and treasured asset to him .

He brushed the thoughts aside and went to his baby, they'd been through alot. Drunken nights, Bumpy rides, different countries war zones and peaceful ones. Nothing could measure up to his jeep.

Well expect of course food, he stopped at his favourite restaurant 'Mandela' not a place for a man of his stature to frequent but the food there was amazing, tasted like home and the old man who owned the place was like a father to him. He ordered his favourite take out and waited patiently.

Once it was ready he paid for it made small talk with Henry Mandela left a huge tip and went back to his car . It was getting dark and he wanted to turn in early as he'd had meetings the whole week. The weekend was almost here and he'd make the most of it by relaxing. He took the long route home because it lacked traffic. Hoping he would get there faster.

He put on some country music by Lady antebellum. Peace finally. If he hadn't been driving he would have easily drifted off to sleep. Then his business phone rang, getting him out of his happy mood " So much for relaxing ", he thought sadly. He looked down ready to pick the call. It was work ,his secretary.  He picked it up, ready to answer only to see the  silhouette of a woman crossing the road. He quickly stepped on the breaks screeching to a halt.