The Loner

A Mysterious Encounter

"You're fucking kidding me right?"

"What? You don't like coffee?"

"That's like this generations 'Can I borrow some sugar?' "

"You're not accustom to conversations and flirting are you?"

"Not when I can see through someones bullshit. I'm a fucking therapist, I see through all of this."

Now that was something I was not expecting. She seems like she hates people especially those of us of the male species, how is she a therapist? Well I have some observations of my very own.

"Well miss-"

"Riley" she pointed to me and poked me in my chest. She looked no taller than 5'0" so she really had to reach high to poke me. 

"Well miss Riley, I don't see why we can't have a just a conversation."

"Well I didn't yell at you Miller so that you can come have a conversation, I would like you to leave."

"Is that  really what you want me to do?"

"Yes!!! what the fuck? Are you deaf?"

"If that's true then why have you been looking at my lips?"

She was stunned for a maybe a few mili secs then said

"Fine. You can get your fucking coffee, but don't touch anything you sit on the couch and that's it. Oh and Miller...Just so you know this house is packing and I do know how to use every one of my weapons with such lightning speed and precision you won't even realized you've been hit, got it?"

A man lesser than I, would have jumped at it to throw in her face that I had caught her looking at my lips laying out that there was an attraction there. But I was too curious, theres something about her that I have never seen before. The attitude towards men is common, but from what I can see she's harmless. Obviously hurt, I may not be a therapist, but it's pretty easy to see. She allowed me into her house to continue our conversation. 

Just as the outside was intriguing, but the inside was hypnotizing. The living room was purple and grey. There was a grey couch and a grey and purple carpet. She led me into the kitchen which was turquoise but had a purple vase in the middle of the kitchen island/table. To the side she had a booth table by the window with a purple vase that sat in the middle as well. She pulled out several bags of different kinds of coffee.

"Pick your poison."

"Are you actually going to poison me?"

"Maybe, here's your chance to leave before I do."

"So then the crime would be considered premeditated?"

"Is this how you hook all your women? Because It's really fucking annoying."

"Since you asked so nicely I'll choose arabica and I take it with light sugar."

"Did I offer you sugar?"

"No, but I hope maybe you'd allow it."

She rolled her eyes.

"Please tell me that your wife is looking for you or something"

"Is that your way of finding out my status?" I hold out my hands. "No ring miss."

"That don't mean shit, you probably took the ring off."

"Wow are you really this bitter or is it just a guise?"

"Fuck off. You're the one who wanted 'coffee'." She put air quotes.

"Well I could make it myself, but you said not to touch anything except the couch." 

"Exactly, but I don't trust you to sit in there by yourself."