SECRETS

Not the Smartest Cookie

Alex's POV
One of the things I really liked about this café was the fact that it was so quiet and
homey and that's really hard to find in this city. About as rare as a zebra walking
down a street flirting with a policeman's horse. And that was really rare. But I'm sure
I've seen it before somewhere.
Anyways, that’s why I come here all the time. It was on the edge of the city and this
was my world. The rags, the wars, the pimps the clubs, the gangs; yep, my world. But
this little place was my get away, I could be at peace here with my one and only
friend- books. You know what they say, books are the best companions and I was
hoping to get in a few chapters of my new Danielle Steele novel, however, with the
commotion behind me I seriously doubted it.
I stood in front of the cashier battling for him to hear me above the voices that were
behind me which might I add were becoming more and more irritating. However,
being the natural inquisitor that I was, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation
and my nose couldn’t help but pick up the scent of a strong musky cologne muffled
under a strong sweet perfume therefore drawing the conclusion that it was a man and
woman. And from the conversation, they were undoubtedly lovers (unless of course
you chose to call random people honey boo bear).
I glanced a bit to my right as the cashier sorted my change after the placed my order
and noticed that the man was in an Armani suit and the woman was in a fur coat.
Rich people.
I wonder what took them from their high and mighty seats to this junk yard I thought
as I took my seat at the table farthest to the back where the lights were dim. Now, I
know you may be wondering who on earth reads in the back of a café where the
lighting is extremely poor. Well for starters there's me and anyone else who might be
hiding from the trolls of the edge of this city because they really don’t feel like being
anyone's toy.
But anyways! I opened my book to the page where I had stopped reading, tempted to
put it to my nose and take in that new book smell. So, just like any other sane person
might have done, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. That’s when our
eyes collided. To be honest, it couldn’t be described as anything less than a collision
because his eyes were surprised and clueless while mine surely held some unpleasant
emotion and hostility. He smiled and I, being, well "I" looked back at him without
emotion or sense of friendliness and averted my gaze back to my book.

Rich people annoy me.
I knew he would be disappointed, angry or whatever, but I didn’t care. Instead, I
cared about what was going in my book. So, as was planned, I dived into the book,
consumed by every word, every punctuation and paragraph only glancing up
occasionally to see if my order was coming to the table which eventually did ten
minutes after I sat there.
I tried focusing. Really, I did. But little Ms. I'm so rich I wear a fur coat just could not
keep her yap shut. It took all the self-control that I possessed not to walk up to her and
smack her upside the head with the tray that the waiter had brought my order out on.
Well that and the constant reminder that I'm maybe not the best suited person for a
jail cell. I'd definitely end up being someone's bitch.
As if all the powers of the universe had sprung up against me, the annoying
makeshift chimes went off and I was literally on the brink of ripping someone's head
off. Don’t get me wrong, I really loved this café and all but no amount of love that I
possessed for this place and the heavenly brew they served, would ever give me
enough tolerance to deal with the racket it creates every time someone walks in. And
to top it off the rich kids were having a fit.
Regardless, the love I had for this books and reading urged me not to shove a pipe
down someone's throat. When I read it's like nothing else matters, I'm taken captive
into a different realm where I watched other people's lives crumble, heighten, freeze
and I was free to fall in love with whomever I choose.
Usually it would be so easy to block out whatever sounds were bombarding my
earlobes but I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling I had in my gut after I heard the
chimes.
And that’s when I did it, and how I regretted it oh so much.
My eyes came into contact with the one man I dreaded the most conversing with the
barista. His full black Peruvian suit sat sleek on his shoulders down to his waist. He
finished the suit with black suede loafers and he was simply a dashing devil.
Literally.
As soon as his image registered, I knew exactly why he was here and I knew exactly
what I had to do.
I had to get out.

But it wasn’t so easy seeing that he had been accompanied by his bodyguards. And I
was literally the easiest to spot thanks to my hair. Needless to say, the richies were
having a fucking fit. And if I were them, I would too. Heck! I'm having a fit right
now.
Granted, I'm not exactly the smartest cookie in the jar and what I did next just said
hey! I'm right here! Come get me! unbelievable to be honest.
I made a swift movement towards the table to grab my coffee and bring my book up
to my nose to disguise myself as a regular person just reading a book in a café.
But, things had not done according to plan, and the cup fell, the coffee spilled and all
heads turned to my direction and shortly after two pairs of feet came stumping my
way hurriedly.
Have to go, have to gooooo
So I ran. As fast a possible.

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