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PS-fixed the typos. Sorry about that!
It was a bright, cloudless day in Metro City, the streets bustling in the late afternoon with cheerful people freed from their suffocating jobs and either heading home or to the bars for happy hour. The air was alight with the scent of early summer flowers, sprinkling the city with a faint shower of sweet, golden pollen as birds chirped gaily overhead. The excited sound of voices formed a buzzing that filled his ears as he walked down the crowded sidewalk. It was sunny, summer days like this that he despised.
Megamind was on his way to the local newsstand, hoping to find his photo on the cover after his recent release from prison. And by release, he meant escape from prison. He had been out for three days without a single police officer coming after him, which was…unusual. Granted, this was his first public stroll since he had been apprehended two and a half months ago, so it was really only a matter of time until his evil presence was again noticed. In the meantime, he planned to cause enough mayhem to make up for his shoddy last quarter before the police seized him again. Today, he was off the clock, on his way to pick up the paper and then maybe some pastries to thank Minion for the excellent help in his "release".
He strode at a leisurely pace down the sidewalk, glaring at anyone who looked at him longer than an acceptable 1.26 seconds in passing. People were apt to stare because although he wore dark sunglasses and a hood as a disguise, his light blue skin and dashing good looks were a dead give away to his identity. Honestly, blow up a major monument and suddenly everyone stares at you like you're some kind of maniac! He lifted his pointed chin, regarding coolly a tall, familiar building two blocks ahead of him. Glancing at his wrist, he saw that it was almost half past five, and that meant the majority of the worker bees would be staggering out the doors of their offices in mere minutes, weighed down my the tasks they had been bombarded with all day. That's why it paid to be the boss, he thought.
As he passed by the gleaming glass doors of an investment company tower, he wondered whether he should swing by the coffee shop on Main street for their devastatingly delicious biscottis, or the smaller café four blocks down between the Laundromat and the paint your own plate business where they had the greatest cinnamon buns he had ever tasted. He made himself a mental note that if he did venture there, he would definitely enter the paint a plate shop, browse for a moment, then slam the door relatively hard behind him in hopes of destroying at least a shelf of those nasty clay plates. Really, who would want to display something so tacky in their home? The very thought was below his very high, intellectual taste.
As he drew up to the KMCP 8 TV building that loomed so high over the city that it entirely blocked out the sun on this bright afternoon, a woman in a magenta blazer and skirt dipped out of the revolving glass doors, her short brunette hair bobbing with her purposeful gait. Megamind sneered, deeming this coincidence a gift from fate on this otherwise mundane afternoon. He'd have to get her attention.
"Look who's blowing out of work early!" he greeted loudly, and he saw the shoulders of the woman stiffen as she stopped in the middle of the traffic flow, inviting him to draw nearer. Slowly, she turned on her heel, her lips pursed in annoyance as she popped her hip with attitude and gave him a displeased look.
"Let me guess, you decided to be a gentleman today and wait until my workday was over to kidnap me so as not to draw me away from my job," Roxanne Ritchie said sardonically, her pale blue irises outlined into jagged icicles by her long dark lashes. He laughed in his throat darkly, amused by her witty banter.
"Miss Ritchie, I am not interested in your mediocre, mind-numbing tasks, nor to I schedule myself around them. I was not intending upon your capture this evening any more than I was planning to pass your building the very moment you left. I have much more important plans this evening," Megamind said with mocking patience used commonly when talking to irritating children. Anger flared in Roxanne's eyes for a moment at the disrespectful comment, then just as suddenly died and she smiled tightly, tilting her head to the side.
"That's wonderful," Roxanne said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and Megamind smiled slightly, raising his eyebrows as if to say, 'Oh really?' Adjusting the lapel of her blazer, she continued merrily, "Because I was just on my way home to get ready for a date." A messy organ chord reserved for the most dramatic and shocking moments in films sounded in Megamind's head, and his lips melted from a condescending smile into a pinched line of resentment, his eyes darkening. Roxanne's smile was triumphant as she began to walk backwards, saying coyly, "I haven't made any plans past dinner and dancing but…you know how those things are. There's no telling whose bed I'll be in tomorrow morning."
With a suggestive smile, she spun around and clicked down the street with a spring in her step, swallowed seconds later by the mass of citizens. Megamind stood there long after she disappeared, his jaw clenched in resolve as he mulled over her words.
Well, that settled it. He'd pick up the daily paper, call Minion and go to the café called Rosaline's to get a dozen cinnamon buns. That was plenty of time for Roxanne to get dressed up for her date and then have her bubble burst when he and Minion showed up to capture her.