The attention growth increased as she heard the conversation. Just the sound of his voice trigged to break glass cup of coffee with a tight squeeze. Catching the eyes of people in the cafe. Streams of tears slowly ran down her blush red cheeks with frustration of commit. With knowing that she doing wrong with letting her best friend run her future marriage. Knowing that if she lay her keep this up any longer her whole friendship would tumble. With both losing trust for her two best friends.
Her best friend and her lover stares. But with instead of confusion she expresses with a glare. With the shuffling of the stool against the tiles and pressing of her heeled shoes. Disappointedly grabbing of the hair with aggression whispering in her ear, "say anything and we're both toasted". Frightening agreeing with threat she received removing her tear from her soft skin.
They blocked the sniffles and sobering in the background of flirting not realizing she left the cafe. Having her friends pay the bill and shattered glass.
She walked with anger and disgust not being provided a solution, whatsoever. She was deceived by not only her but herself for keeping this secret hidden away months. Just the thought of him taking the ring back and snub her for letting it happen.
She walked far enough soon only realizing that Shirley had the keys to her ticket out of here. She was so frustrated that she lose her breaking points. Coming with conclusions about sleeping with the kittens in the alleyway of New York. Forgetting how New Yorker get even more rowdier at coffee hours. Sitting on the side lines with the alley cats and dogs was actually her best choice. With her given out jeans and wrinkled up t-shirt somehow blending in.
She stared at each person from walking dead glares at her and her reaction was like mirror. They began to give her out expression as if she was the disturbing person. While another thought she was homeless or recovering from depression.
A moment passed and the sight of Shirley was reminding unrecognizable. Her car was still standing in one place but she wasn't present. And with there being a low chance of kidnapping be given to a bitch like her. She had to have went out with that son of a barista at the cafe.
No ride. Barely money. And zero access to transportation. What was supposed to do with her life walk home, she wish that was possible. With her willingness behavior of wanting to get revenge. She began beating, throwing, and cussing out the car as if it was voice activated. Creating herself to looking ridiculous with no shame.
A sudden long black van showed up slowly getting to her at a quick stopping point. The pacing of the windows convinced to droop of annoyance.
"You could just call a cab right," said the aggravating man in the limo. " Don't you think I would've done that If that it was reachable," A slight smirk appeared on his face. As she observe his intention of getting any closer to her from the busy road. He handed her out a miniature index card with his information on it from outside of the window. She gave him the look of disquietude having a uneasy feeling about him.
He broke the silence with; "it's a business card from my family company you how work a phone, right?" She defined look of stupidity; "I bet you give every girl off of the streets this card and of course I know what a phone is", she said with sarcasm. He soon after closed the window more slower than the first.
She then went out search the nearest phone located to call up Lucas to bring her home. Knowing that he will be asking if she knows where Shirley is she'll just create a excuse on a daily.
The ride was awkward towards both of them not only was Shirley was nowhere to be seen. She was the main cause he came to offer her a ride. Silence went on until they got to hers and Shirley apartment. Wild awakening happen as soon as the flew open.
Shirley was home with no explanation included. Wearing the occasion of a non-buttoned up flannel shirt seem to assume she has nothing underneath. They both looked at her with questioning expression. But they soon figured it out. As tall well-fit man came walking behind her and holding down on to her waist.
She soon look at Lucas and say; "I can explain", wishing it was never said. He makes eye contracts with her. Without him saying anything she already known she had fucked up.
Packing up luggage and franchises knowing she was forever gone was like throwing away memories. At least memories she now regret having to exist with until the day of death.
Not being able to provide a home for herself and that 56cents in her pocket wasn't gonna cut it. She realizes that the business card that's still exist in her pockets somewhere. Might actually help the homelessness of the situation of hers. For once a retarded action of hers might actually save a hoe in a lifetime.
Luckily in New York everyone is in their own world. So a young women in her early 20s rolling a suitcase. With childish keychains attached won't be asked questions.
Searching it's location is similar to searching for the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The house was huge with multiple windows on just the outside so far. While as if the security was decor statues. With one unidentifiable look for the guards she knew she have came to the right place. And what is a business for if you can't use it as your ID in get inside a mansion.
She stepped through the front doors and boom right there. There he was making that sneaky smirk once again. "I came for the job not for you, so thank you Mr. Donnie Cordova", she said with a matching smirks and a bow. He saw what she was doing so he played along; "and to you too Ms. America Simons, enjoy the stay."