Mark's pov
My heart was racing as my vision got blurry, I felt the air from the miss-hit going across my face. I took a deep breath and punch in front of me. The group went crazy as I heard a thud.
"We have a winner!" My arm was thrown up into the air as the ref grabbed my arm jumping up and down. "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a cheer for your undefeated champion!"
The crowd got louder chanting my name.
My breathing steadied as my vision cleared up.
"Come on champ, we got to get you cleaned up."
I was taken into the back, I felt the medic looking at my head, after a long time they let me go back home.
I walked into my house, it's quiet. It better be, I live alone.
**************the next day****************************
I sat at the local coffee sipping on my coffee while I worked on my paper. My deadline is coming up soon but I can't think of anything to write on.
I looked around the shop for some inspiration when a young woman walked in. Her face was glued to her phone then her head shot up as she inhaled the coffee smell. She rushed to the line giggle for her coffee. Her brown hair was just below her shoulders as she looked around.
I hurried up and looked down as her eyes started to glance over this way. I peeked up watching her as she ordered, one iced dark roast coffee with a chocolate muffin. The way she walked over to the pick-up area, it's like she floated over there. Her eyes started to dart around the room again as I looked down at my paper. I can't help but watch her, she is breathtaking.
I can hear her humming a tune, I know this song. It is on every radio station, but I can't put my finger on it. I need to look up at her, just one more time. But when I do she is gone. I let a sigh out in frustration then go back to thinking about this stupid paper.
"Do you always stare at girls when they come in to tend to their addiction?"
I looked up and the young lady was standing next to me.
"Only when they intrigue me." I kept my voice steady.
She sat down across from me in my booth, the took a bite of her muffin.
"But you don't know me, so how could I intrigue you?" She asked wiping her mouth with the napkin she pulled from her lap.
"That's why you intrigue me, I want to know more about you. For example, your name."
"Such a simple, question. But what you will like to know more about is how I know your name is Mark, and how I really know how you got that bruise on your left eye. You didn't do a great job covering it up with that shitty makeup."
My mouth wanted to drop but I didn't let it as she took a sip of her coffee.
"You got me on that one." I finally said.
A smirk formed on her lips as she put her coffee back on the table.
"Would you like to know how I know?"
"I do."
"Well, I can't tell you. That would be breaking the rule." She smiled then grabbed her half-eaten muffin and coffee and left the shop.
Fight club.
I felt my lips curl into a smile as I watched her get into her car and drive away.
Next match will be interesting, I bullshitted my way on completing the paper then left the shop and went down to practice.
