Love's a Paradox

Winter Skirmish

The line for the most popular café in the city had never reached this long. The winter chill could be felt by everyone outside waiting. Could there be any more torture than that of the scent of the freshly baked donuts from the store. Oh how each people prays the line to move faster.

One particular lady, waiting for about an hour had finally got to her turn. 3 dozen donuts, 5 coffee on the go were her orders. Off to home she carried her takeouts carefully, one of the staffs courtly helped her to the door but what delicious treat slip and was dropped to the ground. If looks could kill, the man in front of her had died 10000 times. "Darn it. You better pay for that!" She yelled. "Sorry mademo- ahh Annie?" the guy was surprised who the petite yet strangely powerful lady is. "Ian?!?! You prick I meant it though, you need to pay for those!"

"Fine how much?" he grumbled. "No buy me 3 boxes..." she said nonchalantly, arms crossed over her chest. "What?" he barely screamed glancing at the line which by some unknown force had quadruple in length. He sighed, but nonetheless made his way to the end of the line, oblivious that Annie is trailing behind him. "You really need to be careful," she said, he quickly bolted to look at her. Face pale, hands turning a bit purple. "Mind telling that to yourself. And where on earth are your gloves?" he snorted. "I think I left it at Leo's apartment..." she answered placing her freezing hands on the pocket of her coat, "Though there's a high probability he tossed them away."

♫All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right  

Her statement left him baffled. Just why would her boyfriend throw them away. Well what a fine open book, Ian's face is. "We broke up. I'm just his personal bed warmer, heard him told his manager when I walked on them having sex," she said keeping a stoic expression. It's like she doesn't even mind it. "Ahh sorry..." he sheepishly said. "If you're talking about that buffoon and I, don't. If you meant the donuts you better be," Annie said. Taking the hint, Ian just returned to his usual demeanor. "Are you sure about the 3 boxes? That's why you're getting fat... ter!"

His words made her somewhat angry but her slap it's a bit too light to be thought to be serious anger.
"Says the person who weights 200 lbs."
"It's now 165lbs FYI and I'm tall so that just evens it out."
"I wouldn't consider 5'10 that tall."
"I've got a good 6 inches advantage to you."

"And I'm 35lbs lighter than you."

♪I'm tripping on words You got my head spinning  

The two bicker and threw nonsense banters against each other they didn't notice that they're only a good 10 people away from entering the café. Snow started to fall then, and the temperature had significantly dropped. The customers started shivering, especially Annie who had been outside for more than an hour already. No scarfs, no gloves, a simple black dress, pantyhose, and knee high leather boots tucked in pristine white coat. "What the?" A vein had popped on her forehead as she noticed Ian had placed a scarf on her head. "Wear that around your neck, it'll help." Still glaring at him, Annie was surprised when he then wrapped the scarf around her neck.

Blushing isn't something common for Annie, she's more like stoic-happy. The only feeling she would display would be happiness any other would be dismissed in a impassive look. Tensed that the blush would be noticed, she quickly averted her gaze with a matching hump. "Oh yeah by the way make it 4," she murmured. "What?" he recoiled. ''I've been standing with this killer shoes for about 3 hours, payback complete with interest," she said with a matching smirk. But as soon as they've reached the counter, the staffs quickly apologized because their goods have been officially sold out courtesy f the preceding customer. Ticked off. Definitely ticked off, that would be the perfect description for this brown haired beauty.