Kapitel 4: CHAPTER THREE
DRAVEN'S POV
I find myself seated in the same spot for the third time in five days, facing the obstinate petite lady. When our eyes meet, she makes a face, her high cheekbones, and chubby cheeks give her away.
'Her cakes and smoothies aren't the best' and every minute I try to believe my damn lies and stay away, I get addicted and drive downtown, lusting like butterflies to nectar.
It's 5:30 pm, and the place smells nice as usual only that it's surprisingly quiet. They're possibly tired of her 'up to the neck' attitude. I conclude.
If only I have the balls to turn around and not be helplessly swayed back to this tiny winy shop.
"Your order...please." she whispers the latter like she was made to serve me with a gun pointed at her head.
"I want take out. Two slices of red velvet cake and the same flavour of the smoothie."
"By the same flavour, you mean..."
"No brains to match the smart mouth." I murmur.
"Pardon?" Her glare shoots daggers.
"Never mind. Mixed berries." I respond with clenched teeth.
"I suppose you've checked the prices... Right." She stops and turns to leave when she meets my cold eyes.
In a few minutes, she is back with a bag containing a can of the smoothie and two small packs and places it on the table.
"Sixty-two hundred."
I open the leather and go through my orders. "I said Mango smoothie... Do you perhaps have a hearing defect?"
She looks confused for a minute. "No, you said the same flavour, and then..."
"Are you just going to stand there and argue or accept your fault and go change it?" I sigh.
She presses her lips together as though making a tough decision before taking out the can of smoothie and dashing away.
"Sixty-five hundred." She stretches a can of the mango smoothie I requested seconds later.
"You do need hearing aids. I said..."
"What's with all this act? What are you playing at? It's either..."
"I won't have you yell at me. You're possibly forgetting there's something called a bad review. Now you will go back and bring what I asked for." I command, my voice is a low and firm groan.
"Right." she clenched her fist, warding off emotions.
And then she stumbles back in and this time with seven bottles of the different flavours.
"Surprised? I bet you've exhausted your cards. Now, sort out your confusion." She displays them on the table.
"Or maybe you should yours. I asked for a bottle of water."
She clasps her hands on her head, taking deep breaths, the rising and falling of her chest so visible.
I don't bother to fight off the smile that lurks at the corner of my lips, a little too extra, but she deserved it nevertheless.
Dropping the money for the cake and a bottle of mixed berries smoothies, I stroll out all proud. While Neth enjoys his junk, thrives on her torment... Fair deal.
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