Marcus The WhiteBlooded

Chapter Five

For some reason, she came to me. Nevada her smell hit me first. Her smell of peppermint soap. Her hair curling over her shoulders. Her glasses gleaming in the morning sun. her body underneath blankets turned away from me. Her skin perfect, soft, smooth. Her voice happy, always happy. I shutter. Why now? God, why now? Why now are you punishing me for her? why are you bringing her to me now? I shake her off. I need a girl...

I met a girl in a cafe. She was working and I was reading the morning paper. My prison escape was all over the newspaper. I'm not sure which was better, my men being put on the news or the continuing mystery of who planned it. She walked up and refilled my coffee, black. It's disgusting but it keeps me awake. She noticed my paper and she smiled.

"Everything good?" she asked while pouring in a weirdly elegant way. I shake my head and I toss the paper on the table. It landed perfectly straight and she snickered.

"Perfect toss. I'm Clarissa." it sounded sarcastic. I look at her up and down, quickly. Not in a perverted way. She smiles and poses when my eyes were halfway down her body. She is a bigger girl, but it suited her. It was in the correct places. Her eyes were brown, but in her irises were a blue disk. She was blind I realized, Her hair was curled. Naturally, I assumed. I look at her a bit more and I noticed she wasn't wearing shoes. To tell where she is better? I smirk. This is my first encounter with a blind woman that was this beautiful. She bowed.

"Well, I have to go, sir." I take her hand in mine, gently so I didn't startle her. She turned her head to me. She smiled.

"Need something else, sir?" I nodded then realized she's blind she didn't know what I did.

"Yes... um when are you free?" she smiled showing a full face of rainbow braces. It was adorable.

"Tonight at 7 is when I get off." I look at my watch and see that it's almost 6:30. I let go of her hand.

"Okay Clarissa, please keep the coffee coming then I'm staying here till seven." she smiled her teeth showing.

"Yes um...."

"Marcus"

"Yes, Marcus." her voice was sweet, cute.

(Note: I may end this story here? It depends on the response I get off of here. I don't write much and I sorta need to get off my writer's block. I sorta wrote this a while ago, but I wanted to post it somewhere sooooo here we are.)