Wednesday, 11:17 a.m.
Commerce City Park
The sun was shining brightly over the park. Even so, the huge trees scattered around gave the place a comfortable shade. People were walking about or sitting down, enjoying their lunch. It was a peaceful day.
Lounging at one of the park tables was a young woman with flowing blond hair. With her delicate beauty and shapely body, plus a tastefully designed hooded dress, she did make a few heads turn. Right now, she was reading a book, drinking iced coffee from a straw with her left hand. She did not even look up when a shaggy, black-haired young man sat down in front of her. He was dressed in gray hooded sweater and jeans which, together with his large horn-rimmed glasses, made him look like a complete nerd. He held an apple in his left hand.
“Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice…” Sheila Vera began.
“From what I've tasted of desire,” Jaime Morir continued, “I hold with those who favor fire.”
“Bloody hell!” Sheila glared at him, “How did you spy on me reading Robert Frost?”
“No, I didn’t,” Jaime smiled sheepishly, “I happen to read that when I was a kid. ‘Fire and Ice’ is a good poem.”
Sheila was clearly irritated. This was just one of the points she hates about Jaime. No matter how she tries to prove her superiority, Jaime always has something to bring her down.
“You sure have the guts to sit in front of me,” Sheila said, “I can pretty much level the whole bloody park right now, if I want to.”
“No, you won’t,” Jaime smiled, “You’re not in the mood for it, anyway.”
“And what gave you that idea?”
“You’re holding your drink in your contract card hand.”
“I can always switch hands.”
“Not with you reading a book. You seem engrossed with it.”
“So what, you’ll go for the first strike? That’s a surprising change of strategy.”
Jaime held the apple up with his left hand.
“I just came to talk,” he said.
Sheila looked at Jaime’s hand and smirked. She put down her book and faced him properly. Jaime took note that her left hand was still holding the drink.
“Then talk,” Sheila said.
YOU ARE READING
CRITICAL POINT/ THE BLACK KING (MAGIC CHRONICLES #1)
Aventura"When the White Queen's hand strikes, The blessed Maiden shall die. As the Warrior stands guard, The Black King shall reply."
