Put me to sleep

4

“Mr. Atrocious.” I mouthed but not only me.

After several struggles with the door, he found where to uphold it from. He locked it and the owner of the restaurant sold his eye in a bad way. Who knew how annoyed he would have been when Mr. Atrocious stops his customers from coming in?

“I don’t know why they are following this vulgar man.¿” The owner rudely said out of annoyance and I gave a very confused look.

Why would he have said that?

Even though he was annoyed somehow, he must have seen and heard something about him that would have tainted that saying in his mind. His eyes walked like everyone else in the restaurant, with Atrocious.

His weren’t good, The owner.

I tilted my head back to where I was from the very beginning. The site glared from the outside. But somehow, I still felt down. I wanted to be outside all because I had a feeling that something nice would come my way.

As my eyes kept staring outside, I got obstructed. By, by Mr. Atrocious fans. How they struggled through the transparent glass to just get a glimpse of his soul. It was girls majorly.

Geez, the way they struggled gave me the crip. I tried stretching up, they did the same. I bent low, they also did the same.

What the f* UC. was wrong with them?

I gave the middle finger to them and all of them gave back the five fingers. One of the girls that struggled, acted crazy that I wanted to bang her head if we met outside.

They needed to be sued.

A restricted order was what they needed at the moment and only Mr atrocious or whatever his name was, was the key to doing so.

“Excuse me, don’t they bother you?” I stood up to the atrocious table. With my coiled hair embracing my V-shaped face.

“No.” He said as he kept piercing the eye of the fish in his meal. His eye seemed tiny as its main objective was to stare at the helpless fish.

“Your fish says otherwise.” It sounded like a joke in my ear but my face said otherwise. He was staring seriously at his meal, but show how my words wrote a smile on his face.

He turned to look at me.

He was smiling but as he’s eye landed on my face, he looked shocked. Like he saw a ghost.

“How are you still alive?” He mumbled under his voice.

“What!”

“What’s your name?” He stood up to look at me properly. His dark eyes labeled affection towards me.

Have we met before?

He was charming no doubt but he wasn’t my type.

His looks measured me as well but I wasn’t buying his non-creativity.

“Jessy, why?”

“You look so much like her.” He whispered to himself.

He seems suspicious that I found no flaws or behaviors he showed on tv and when he entered. He looked as serious as ever.

“Can you do me a favor?” He pleaded.

“What?” I retorted back already exhausted.

“Here’s my card. I have a dance class and lesson, I’ll love it if you come over. If you do that for me, I’ll leave with my fans.”His eyes craved for me to come over a little bit.

What was this? love at first site?

No, he couldn’t have fallen for me so easily. I tooled the card away from his hand and nodded a little bit. He smiled largely and I found handsomeness in it somehow.

“I’ll see you later.” With his hands pointed at me he walked out staring at me constantly.