"Late as always," said Jonas, as he took a sip of his plain, black coffee. J.K. was panting, unhappy about the fact that Jonas should have told her when they were going an hour beforehand instead of just five minutes ago. Nevertheless, J.K. took a seat, and then looked around. "Geesh. The least you could do is take a shower," Jonas grimaced, as he put the coffee down for a second. "So, what is it?" Taking only a moment to recollect her thoughts, J.K. swallowed her saliva and then continued. "Jonas... I would like to rewrite Harry's story," J.K. started, a eery silence entering the room.
The waitress came by and interrupted them, as Jonas stared at J.K.'s eyes. "Oh, why 'ello there! I see we 'ave a new customa sitting wit chu! What can I get you, deary?" the waitress, her colloquial accent showing. "She'll have some black coffee, if that's alright," Jonas replied, not taking the common curtesy to look back at the waitress. She only shrugged. "Alright den," she said quietly, as she jotted it down. As the waitress left, Jonas took another sip of his coffee, put it down, and then crossed his arms, looking into J.K.'s eyes. "At least your straightforward, but I'm sorry, Joane. I'm not allowed to interfere with Harry's progress." J.K. had a nagging feeling about Jonas. It was almost as if Jonas was never going to budge. Calmly, she replied, "I just want the best for-" "I know you do, but we can't do that. You've already written the story, and that shouldn't change. Besides, just because you want something to be changed doesn't mean that it should." "But..." J.K. said, flustered a bit at how Jonas could be so authoritative. How he could just say something, and turn it into law just like that. "But I did it before." Jonas stopped drinking his coffee, and stared into her eyes, wide-eyed. "You did what?" he asked, a grime look dawning on his face.
Several seconds passed before J.K. could reply, but she was nervous. She couldn't stop brushing her hair, and looking away from Jonas's eyes, while he stared at her. The waitress stopped by, and gave the coffee to J.K. "Thank you," J.K. said, her hands trembling a little bit. The waitress noticed, but all she could do is nod and leave, as she went back into the kitchen.
All of the sudden, Jonas grabbed J.K.'s neck, and pulled it closer to him. "Now, listen here you insignificant, crazy-ass bitch!" he hissed, but so frightening and intimidating that J.K. cringed with every word. "There is NO exception for this. None, whatsoever, and you're lucky enough that I'm not allowed to skull-fuck you with every sharp, metallic object in here! Now, listen to me!" His grip was too tight for J.K. to breath, choking as she tried pulling away. Jonas licked his lips, his one hand still clutched to J.K.'s throat, and continued.
"Within the next 24 hours, I want you to walk out of here, and never see Harry again. If you refuse, I will end you right here and now. If you accept and visit him, I will end you then and there. Understood?" J.K. struggled for the words, and then with a terrified screech, she replied, "Yes!" "Good," said Jonas, as he let go. J.K. gasped for breath, as she breathed in and out heavily. Within breaths, there was a mixture of cries and tears, but none that could be heard. Jonas just lit up a cigarette, and then told J.K. coldly, "I'm going to use the bathroom now. When I'm back, I want you out of here." J.K. didn't reply, but only nodded, as she clutched the napkins to her right. With that nod, Jonas left her there, sobbing.
For the first few minutes, J.K. stayed and sobbed for a bit, and walked over to the bathroom. J.K. was unsure how to feel, but for the most part all of her emotions were hideously unpleasant. She was confused and depressed, but it was much deeper than that. It was something that made her feel as if she had lost everything that she really cared for. Harry had become her meaning to continue, and now that he was no longer there, she felt like she always had. A single tear left J.K.'s eye after the event, but now it was decided and done. She had lost him, and there was nothing she could do.
As she made her way to the stalls, J.K. couldn't help but stop, as she heard some noises coming from the men's room. The rest rooms were set up so that way they were right next to each other, yet the drywall made it possible to hear the conversations going on in the other rooms. Normally, it was a either the hissing of a broken valve or a casual conversation about the sex lives of some of the employees who worked in the restaurant, but the voice she heard was different as she sat quietly in her stall and sulked. It was Jonas, but it was difficult to listen to him. J.K. put her ear against the wall, and listened to what Jonas was saying.
"Okay, J.K. just made a change to the project. I was thinking that maybe we could just tell Harry that he can... Look, we can't do that, it's a bit... No, I'm not willing to do that. Human or not, he hasn't done anything wrong, and... Wait... No, I'm just... Look, okay, I'll do it. Just, don't hurt her. I'll... I'll do it. I'll kill Harry."
J.K. gasped quietly, as Jonas immediately stopped talking. He said to the man on the phone, "Hold on. There's someone here." J.K. whimpered, but tried not to make a sound, as Jonas put his ear on the wall. After only a moment, Jonas pulled back, and said, "Sorry, it was just my imagination. Anyway..." With caution, J.K. sneaked out of the ladies bathroom, and hurried to the car. There was no time.
