In The Heart Of Her Mind.

Monday Morning Air.

"You always have the strangest antics Micah." She laughed, interlacing our fingers together as we walked down the busy streets.

"Well what else do you expect me to say Bells? He was literally undressing you with his eyes back there." I say guiding her into my a car before closing the door behind her and retreating back to my side.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have been so hard on him, a simple warning would do but a death threat towards him and his bloodline was a little too much and embarrassing don't you think?" She said as soon as I sat in the car, taking my hand in hers and caressing them with her thumbs.

"I'm sorry Bella." I said before leaning in to kiss her softly. Soon we drove back to our apartment with one of my hands on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with hers.

•••

The Monday morning air was cold and encouraging. Encouraging by the fact that I wouldn't sweat a lot as I jogged down the block near our apartment.

Not being able to sleep through out last night was caused by my ongoing mission to at least go half way with my story. I went on with the angry middle aged woman story because I had more experience with the knowledge such a person, other than that of a teenage girl.

It would be done soon and everything will be back to the way it was and how it should be.

Deciding to pause my mini-marathon I halted right in front of the
convenience store I was in yesterday.
I searched for her familiar face and wild hair from the window and was satisfied when she was no where in sight.

Walking in I grabbed a cart before loading it with some necessities.

Water.

Toilet paper.

Cigarettes.

And anything with more than fifty percent alcohol.

"Sorry mate, where'd you get your cigarettes from?" I turned to the the voice that was directed towards me.

The voice was from a man covered in tattoos with a height that matched mine and a ponytail with the ends looped in a fold emphasizing how long it was. He was pale and looked like he'd been taking drugs since birth.

"Third isle on the left." I say then walk over to the cashier to get my stuff checked out not giving him a chance to even respond.

The old man lifted one of the water bottles as if it were a bucket of water with his hands shaking feverishly. How slow he was could put me to sleep, at least he actually did his job and didn't give some stupid excuse.

The person I had in mind was spotted a couple feet away next to the junkie I met only a minute ago.
He had his hand on her waist as his head was buried into the curve of her neck. She seemed calm so either she knew the man or she was just what I labeled her as.

From the way she waited expectantly for a car to suddenly pick her up at night backed up my theory that Carmen the checking out girl by day was indeed a pin up slut by night.

"$45.20 sir." The old man yawned before handing me my receipt. I took a gulp of my water as I left the store, not wanting to Jog due to the heavy bag I held in my other hand and walked to our apartment.