"You there, yes you, the lady in black", he yelled and gave a smile of satisfaction"..... "Yep what do you want", Micha asked in a very unwelcoming manner, he seemed not bothered by her rudeness...
"You dropped something, your purse"... "Thanks, but no thanks, there's nothing important in there anyway". She took it reluctantly and turned around to leave, but he held her wrist and said, "you never know what might be of importance one day...Micha"
She was stunned, but she was not one to give away her emotions and that made her feel in control. So she spoke in a very calm and yet extremely scary tone.
"Are you a stalker? why do you know my name? I have a very eidetic and episodic memory and if I ever told you my name while drank, trust me I'd remember it. So tell me are you a stalker?"
Now it was his turn to get stunned. Mike could only laugh at the thought of being a stalker. A man who worked double his capability to keep himself busy, he didn't need the money but he was a workaholic with very few family relations, more like he cut ties with his family to prove a point. Maybe a useless point, but still a point.
He was the first son of his father, a very rich man. A man feared for his money and talent in what he does, he felt he was living in his shadow and had to escape such a prison, or he'll die in it..... Now he was lost in his world thinking, whiles the annoyed lady still stood before him with a puzzled look. When she felt too angry, she yelled at him whiles snapping her finger, "hey stalker I asked a question".
"Yeah", he smiled again and pointed at her tag. "Your name is on your tag"... Okay, that was embarrassing, Micha thought in her head.
Mike felt an apology would be suited and he gave that look but the lady looked like she didn't give a damn.
She turned, to walk away again. And the thought of what she'll do to this man if, he stopped her in her tracks again. I'll grab him by the hand and twist it sideways then kick him real hard in the kneecap or punch his face and start screaming so people think the man is posing harm to her..... but that didn't seem like her.
Looking vulnerable, even to fake it, ahh, that ain't ever an option. But she thought of something way better, kneeing his manly asset. Yeah, that sounded more fun and painful..... She did train, not for anything special, just to defend herself or cause pain to someone who deserved it dearly.
A lot of people considered her dark, like hell she was, even her dress code was always dominant black. She wanted to send a message, and hell did that message get through.
So lost in her thoughts she hadn't realized, she was at her doorstep. The purse was stilled in her hands, just the way the "stalker guy" handed it to her, she looked at it for a while and mouthed "I so want to get rid of you but you keep coming back".
..... This is my first book, please bear with me. There might be some errors, but I promise to better and give you my best...
Thank you all for the support.