Just a little scene modification I couldn't get out of my head. Thought it was cute.
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The Danger: The Lone Outtake
Heero was in my store. His eyes ran the length of the ceiling and I realized he was scoping the place. He fingered a few expensive items and considered their price. I wasted no time in getting to him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm shopping." He didn't turn to me when he said that and the rudeness infuriated me further.
"Not in this store. Why are you here?"
"I'm not in your neighborhood, princess, so what do you care?"
"If you want me to stay away from you, then you've got to do the same."
"Stay away from myself?" And maybe I'd spent too much time with my airheaded friends, because I'd thought that was a clever return.
"I couldn't care less what you do to yourself, but I've got a few suggestions," I replied. He grunted. I bristled. "You are not going to shoplift from the place where I work."
The set of his shoulders said he was going to do what he damn well pleased. And it struck me as funny for some reason. He glanced at me.
"Get out of my store. Don't come back. Or I will call security. And I'll tell them everything I know about you Heero." If he was surprised that I knew his name, it didn't show. Damn. I was really hoping to catch him off guard with that. He shrugged.
"Whatever you say, Relena Dorlain."
I wasn't impressed either. It was easy as pie to find out my name. Hell, it was written in various ways on the stalls in both the boys and girls' bathrooms. I crossed my arms. "Get the hell out," I said it in a way that suggested he should've known that was what he was supposed to do.
And he did. He left.
As I was driving down the highway that night, I realized just how much I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to stay and exchange more barbs with me. I wanted to inspect every inch of his shabby Goodwill clothes and scraggly hair. I wanted him to spend more time looking at me. Maybe then he'd recognize that we had . . . something going on between us. I wanted to see him again. I wanted his attention; he certainly had mine. I wanted it any way I could get it. My revelation hindered my driving and I stopped the car on an overpass. Getting out, I ran to the railing and couldn't resist splaying my arms wide. "Heeeeeeeroooooo! Come and carjack me!"