It was just too early for her to go straight to the office, so she entered the Juicy Lucy right next to the bus stop.
The place was deserted when she bought her Kit Kat, but when she looked at her watch she made the snap decision to sit down for a few minutes and drink something warm. It was still too early to go into the deserted building across the street where the company was situated that employed her as a secretary. She ordered coffee with hot milk and sat down at a table facing the main entrance to wait for them to call her to fetch her beverage.
Two minutes later, a tall young man put his head into the restaurant and smiled when he caught her eye. Whether it was because she was there or not, she never found out, but he came in and ordered a hotdog at the counter. Then he came over to her table.
“Mind if I sit down?”
She looked around at the host of empty chairs and after a moment’s hesitation, nodded reluctantly.
Is it this table or is it the company he’s after?
There were still unanswered questions in her eyes when he unfolded his newspaper and then disappeared behind it.
They called her for her coffee at the counter and when she got back to the table, she saw it! Half a Kit Kat was lying in the middle of the table.
The swine has eaten half my Kit Kat!
She snatched up the half-eaten Chocolate delicacy as she sat down and proceeded to stuff what remained of it into her mouth. Her smoldering eyes would have incinerated him in an instant - if looks could kill.
At that moment the girl at the counter called the young man to fetch his order. When he stood to his feet he hesitated for a moment when he noticed the empty Kit Kat wrapper in the middle of the table. He looked at her questioningly, smiled at her hostile frown and turned to fetch his meal. It was a hotdog made of thicker than usual sausage and garnished with mustard. He put the plate down on the table, took one bite out of the hotdog and again disappeared into hiding behind the newspaper.
She looked at the back page in anger without reading a word. Then her eyes dropped on to the hotdog…
Bugger! Two can play at the same game!
She reached out, broke off three quarters of the hotdog and replaced the smaller piece on the plate again. The mustard was hot but not as hot as her revenge. She ate it with relish that was born out of gloating anger. She even licked the tips of her fingers loudly, hoping he would look up and see her retribution – and suffer!
When he finally reached for his food, without moving the newspaper, she was wiping her fingers on a serviette. The hand with the vastly reduced roll disappeared behind the paper and for a moment there was an unmoving, silent “victim” behind the news. Then, said news was moved aside very slowly, revealing a surprised face that stared at her incredulously for a long moment. Then he smiled and popped the small piece of hotdog into his mouth. The newspaper once again separated them.
Gloating with the joys of successful revenge, she took her bag and made for the office. There was a spring in her step.
Take that you thieving coyote!
Women all seem to have their own little routines they go through without thinking. Hers, was to head directly for the ladies bathroom and to freshen up – in terms of making sure all her makeup was in place and her hair was just perfect.
She put the leather handbag on the basin counter in front of the huge mirrors and stared at her own reflection for a moment.
Not much to do this time…perhaps just a touch of lipstick…
Her fingers unhooked the latch and flipped the top of the handbag back, revealing the contents.
The topmost object almost leapt up at her wide eyes.
She stared at it in horror…
Her eyes were glued…
Her intact Kit Kat filled her vision…
She looked at her ashen white reflection in the mirror.
Oh god…NO!
That painful, searing, needle-like dread shot through her midriff and she felt the hot ‘embarrassment’ flushes creep over her neck and scalp.
I ate HIS !…and HIS…!!
In one minute flat she was in front of the counter in the Juicy Lucy. “Where’s he?” she rasped almost out of breath.
“Gone,” the girl behind the counter answered quickly while eyeing her suspiciously.
“Did he say anything…the man that sat…there at my table?”
The girl shook her head and clutched her broom tightly.
“He said nothing?” she almost shouted at the girl. She was far from convinced.
The girl first started shaking her head and then gradually turned the motion into an almost imperceptible nod…
“What did he say?” she pushed for an answer and leaned threateningly across the counter.
“He said…’that pretty girl that sat with me is… a strange one’… and he wants me to get your telephone number for him.”
