An Angel

Part 1

Another day of my life has just vanished into thin air without any sort of excitment. Imagine how happy I would feel when I learnt that I was suppoesd to extend it even more by working a late night shift. As I'm standing in front of a bar watching how people pass by our glass door, I feel a pat on my back and turn without hesitation.

-That table over there-He points in the middle of the room as he eyes me up and down, making sure i'm okay. I approach two boys sitting right next to each other.

-Ready to order?-I don't even bother looking up to them.

-Ah, yes please. I would like one cheeseburger with extra bacon please.

-I'll have the same-said the other one with more humble voice. Like summer's warm breeze would whistle in your ears. While the other one's was more like thunder in august.-Just fry an egg on top would you?

-Coming right up!-As I attempt to turn he adds-oh, and one plate of fries with ketchup, too.

-Got it-I say and turn my focus from his gray eyes back to the notebook, adding fries with ketchup to the list. 

As i give them their order I attempt to take a better look at them. They both looked quite manly, with wide shoulders and muscles showing from shirts that they were wearing. And they both had engagment rings on. Oh, now I get it.

-Anything else?-I notice that one of the boys had a tattoo on his wrist. A pattern, so much like a mandala from what I could tell.

-That's all- I walk back to the bar to pour myself a cup of water. As I look up I see a girl opening the door. Jesus, coould she waer any more of black? She locks eyes with me.

-Be there in a minute-I nod.

I take one last sip of my water before I follow her at the end of the dine.

-What can I get you?

-I would like one chocolate milkshake, with whipped cream  on bottom and dark chocolate chips.

-You want me to make you a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream on bottom and dark chocolate chips on top?-Quite uniqe taste she has.

-No-She turns her body only partialy-I want you to make me a chocolate milkshake with dark chocolate chip whipped cream on the bottom.

-How do you want me to do that again?-I smile.

-Humor me. 

-Coming right up

-I'll be waiting-I laugh at her cheap remark. Her eyes follow me as I turn and I notice a tattoo below her ear. A part of it, from what I could tell it was quite the big one on her neck. 

As I walk past the table just before hers with her order I can't help but hear as one man whispers to another.

-The legend says her gun is alive. It never misses. It knows your name, and what you've done, and how afraid you were to die-Well that's creepy, coming from from two guys who sat here for almost two hours and ordered nothing but couple of cheap bears and onion rings.

-Really?-She suprises when she turns back. - I hear a different story-I place the milkshake down and don't even bother to look alarmed while listening their conversation.

-What's that sweetheart?-The blone one turns back to see her eyes glimmer so mysteriously, whole room filled with exitment. Her eyes were dark, so dark you could get lost in them. Yet they were so bright. Dazzled from devils dancing in them. 

-I hear she prefers knifes now.

-Is that so?-The black-haired man asks

-I hear it's cast in iron, gilded in silver and wedged between the walls of hell.-Her eyes got darker and darker as the devil in them took a little break.-But make no mistake.-She continues when men laugh-Just because it's a knife, doesn't mean she misses, or doesn't know your name, your many griever sins and how afraid you are of death. And we all know gentelmen that only those are afraid of death, that have regretted their life. - After a moment of silence she casually adds- Plus, she's as clever as the devil and twice as pretty. And as we all may know, gentlemen that that, is a deadly combination.

-And how do you know so much about this "hero"?-She stutters.

-Here is your milkshake-I interrupt their conversation.

-Thanks babe.

-Your very welcome.-I walk away and as I'm about to enter the bar, she calls out on me again.

-What time are you closing again?

I grab a towel from the counter and take a look at my watch-In an hour or so.

-In an hour, or so?-She raises her brow at me.

-In an hour-I say and continue cleaning the bar counter.

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I grab the keys from my locker and go back to the dine.

-Okay pals, time to blow.-A bit inapropriate, I agree, but I am not about to wait on five people, especially on extra shift.

-What?-blone man asks.

-Time to blow-I repeat.

-Oh sorry, we don't speak douche.-I raise my eyebrows.

-You're closing up?-The mysterious girl asks.-Yup-I walk out of the bar after double checking the cash machine making sure I locked it.

-Oh, great-She says, and my heart reaches my throat when she reaches for something to her feet and pulls out a gun at me.

-How about one last order-She asks.