The One And Only

How Are You So Calm?

He was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous just like the photos that I see of my father in The Mistresses house. Just thinking about The Mistresses house pisses me off. My brother and I on the other hand look nothing like my father, not even our skin tones or eye colors are the same.

The man in front of me had the audacity to say to me, “Like what you see?” The nerve I tell you! But I have to be polite because I need the money to for my little brothers college and to pay the rent. “Nope, just internally mocking you.” I say with a bit of arrogance. “Oh, why is that?” He asks looking genuinely interested. “Well because if you spill your coffee on your suit here I get a front row seat of your reaction.” This time it’s me with the smirk.

All of a sudden the mans phone rang, when he looked at the caller ID he looked a bit nervous. In the meantime I decided to go get his receipt.

When I turned back to hand his receipt to him he was gone and a gust of cold air hit my face. “SON OF A BITC-” I stopped short in my sentence because when I looked down at the counter I saw a hundred dollar bill and the coffee missing.

(Did any of you guys pick up on when she said, “my father?????” Let me know what you guys think ? see you all next week!)