Disconnected

0.2

• karma will hit sometime soon •

Kara stood in a cue of at least fifteen people. How on earth could this many people all be having difficulties with their devices and wanting to buy a new phone now? Most times, there was that off cough or sneeze, the loud laughs of boys skating past and a young child crying. The time was getting to Kara's head as she obnoxiously lifted her arm to check her wrist. One-thirty. She realised she had spent at least forty-five minutes standing in a dreadfully long line and only five people have gotten help from the employees.

Kara saw an old lady who was around her sixties buying an iPhone, and was asking questions about setting it up.

"How do I change my wallpaper?" She asked, her frail lips chattering together as her wrinkle creases moved.

"We have to set up your phone first ma'am," an employee said, his beard blowing by the wind by the open window. Thinking about it, Kara could be doing something important right now, like spending her time with her two good friends; Denise and Maddy, both top-notch rich kids that had always gotten the best.

"But I want to change it to my grandchildren now," Betty White said, tapping away at her new cellphone as the worker tried to hold it our of her reach.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we have to put in your email now. We can change your wallpaper later," right at this moment, Kara was fully annoyed with the oblivious old lady at the front. Although Kara was nine people away from her, she could hear everything as if she were right beside the lady.

"No," the lady examined his tag. "Brian, I want to change it now, before I forget."

The arguing had really gotten to Kara, and as amused people that were waiting in line with her, she couldn't stand the fact that she could be tanning with her friends while reading a magazine, or that she could be on her way to a mall buying things she felt she needed.

Instead, she was in a line with a lady who didn't understand the sentence "getting started."

"Jesus Christ," Kara shouted, finally letting off steam as she stepped out from her place in the line-and she really was worried in case she'd have to go all the way to the back afterwards-and stood right next to this complaining lady.

When Kara was finally nose to nose with this lady, she saw the wide hazel eyes and the floral white dress that was much past her knees.

"Honestly, I'm sick of waiting in this goddamn shop with twenty other people and listening to an old bloody woman bicker about changing her wallpaper-when clearly you can't because you aren't set up yet! Piece of advice, buy a bloody Nokia." Kara winced by her own words as she noticed how incredibly rude it was of her to publicly humiliate this woman, but of course, someone was bound to take this stand sometime.

"Excuse me," she said, wide eyes and mouth as she had a painted hand to her chest. She was surprised by this child's rude outburst and felt the urge to pull the kid's ear. "I am spending over five-hundred dollars on this smartphone, and I will get what I want!"

Kara, who was ready to slap the damn woman, was also surprised by her standing up for herself. "You know what," Kara shoved two items on the counter and swished her hair in the woman's face. "I'd like to buy these, thanks."

Brian, who was ready to quit his job as a worker of Dick Smith, was utterly left dumbfounded. Setting his dark eyes onto the girl with obviously lighter dyed hair and long lashes, he suddenly felt like being a sleaze and showing the girl the backseats of his car. But he knew what his mother would say if she saw the commotion and said, "Get out."

A smirk left on the old lady and a surprised frown left on Kara's, she narrowed her eyes and threw the shit on the counter before turning around and walking out of the store with a slam of the door.

Who the hell does that old lady she think she is? Ten years from now, she'll probably be in the damn ground. And as for that prick of a guy; he should call himself damn lucky and both unlucky. Kara was ready to show the dick her boobs just to get her stuff quickly.

"Hey!" Kara kept walking, too angry to see if this voice was for her and continued mumbling curses to herself as the footsteps grew louder.

A soft pat on the back and Kara was already gripping the collar of this person's shirt. "Calm down, I was just giving this to you."

A thin line across her lips, she saw the exact same cheap phone and SIM card she had waited a lifetime to buy.

Her fisted hands fell to her sides as her mouth opened in astonishment. "You," she began, feeling completely rude for her previous actions. "You bought that for me? I don't even know you and you're showing me an act of kindness?" She exclaimed, feeling unbelievably humiliated and ecstatic as the same time. Was that even possible?

"Yeah," he said, a lazy smile falling on his lips. His dyed hair was ruffled about, and his eyes were a light colour. Kara felt that she could kiss his feet.

"I feel like hugging you, but that would-" she was cut off by his slender arms wrapping around her waist. Accepting his action, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, an obvious smile covering her face.

"Oh god, you must of seen how terribly bad I looked in front of that lady," Kara said, pulling away from the stranger as she kid her cheeks under her hands. He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled her fingers away and gave a lopsided smile.

"I think she'll be fine with it."

She realised that she had spent a second too long staring at the boy who was a head taller and shamefully looked down at the box in her hands. "Well, thank you so much for this. I'd like to pay you back-"

He shook his head, his ruffled hair flying from side to side as the wind blew harshly. "Don't worry about it."

Her nod seemed light, and she took a rather large step back, still awkwardly smiling. "Thanks again, and I hope to see you soon..."

"Michael," he said.

"I'd like to see you again, Michael."

She turned before she could do or say anything stupid as she saw that the first step of starting up her new and temporary phone was to charge the battery.

She was excited to connect one part of her daily life back.