Unexpected

1 : Mystery Tattooed Man

• Saba's POV •

Dear Journal,

Another day... more rude ass customers. Don't get me wrong, I greatly appreciate Gloria giving me a job at her cafe... but sometimes I really hate the people that come in there. Snobby, snot-nosed rich teens that go through their parents money like it was toilet paper. They probably will never have to go through what I've been through, or work as hard as I do. Then again, they aren't invisible like I am. My therapist says I suffer from PTSD and I'm antisocial. I say he's an airhead. Yes, I have PTSD... but antisocial? Bullshit. I just don't trust people.

- Saba

- Mugs Of Beans -

I love this little cafe. Not only is the owner sweet, but her baked goods are too. I have a major sweet tooth, but everytime she offers me something, I refuse. Don't need to add more weight to what I already have. Gloria is a sweet old woman but she has the mouth of a sailor. She tells me that because she's old, she can get away with it while looking adorable. Who doesn't find a 4ft 11, seventy-three year old woman, who's favorite word is 'fuck'.... adorable. I laugh to myself and suddenly feel a presence behind me. I turn around and see Gloria smiling, holding a plate of her famous cinnamon cookies.

"What are you laughing about?" She asks putting her hand on her hip while still holding the cookies.

"How funny it is when you curse." I giggle and she lets out a hardy laugh.

"Damn straight!" She chuckled and extends a cookie in my direction. I gently push it back to her and shook my head.

"Thank you but no thank you Miss Gloria." I smiled, hoping to ease the pain of another refusal.

"Little girl! Don't you know its rude to refuse a gift that someone is giving you?" She raises an eyebrow and extends the cookie one more time.

"Did you just call me little girl?" I asked, stunned because no one has ever used the word 'little' when referring to me.

"I may be old, but I didn't stutter child. Yes I did. Since I'm your elder, that makes me wiser than you are so you better listen up. I'm trying to help you get a man." She winked and took a bite of the cookie in her hand. What in the world got into this woman this morning? She's never talked or acted this way before.

"I appreciate that Miss Gloria, but I have the wrong weight and body type to get me a boyfriend." I laughed. Over the years of verbal, mental and sometimes physical abuse, I've learned to hide my pain through laughter and smiling.

"I said a man, not a boy! There's a difference between 'having a man' and 'having a boyfriend' sweetheart, and you're too thick to be wasting a body like that on some boy." My jaw dropped. She smirked and continued. "A boy doesn't know what to do with a full figured woman... but a man? Mmm..." She hummed. "A man will use all your curves not just for his pleasure, but for yours as well. You need a man..." she stopped as the bell above the door rang. She nudged my shoulder and pointed at the door. "A man like him." She whispered.

My god he was beautiful. He screamed danger and that only made my blood pump more. He had that hot gothic look about him. He had a dark aura around him, yet still beautiful. I shook my head and watched him sit down at a table and take out his phone. For a few minutes I stare at him and he doesn't seem to notice. Only three people in this little cafe right now... me, Miss Gloria and him. Kinda feels like all those years of being told that I don't matter enough to get noticed was actually true. If I'm in a room with more than one person, I'm invisible. I take advantage of my superpower and study him.