It was a warm and humid summer morning. Christian leaned back in his chair as he people watched, waiting on Anastasia to come back from the bathroom. They stopped there to have breakfast at a quaint cafe, before meeting up with Ana's bestfriend. Even though it was morning the sun baked his skin, much to his disdain. A sigh left his lips as he checked his watch irritably.
"God dammit! Why me?" He heard a woman shout. He turned and looked towards the sidewalk, spotting the offended party. She was young and chubby. The woman was crouched by what appeared to be a spilled drink. "Of course, I spend my last five fucking dollars and I drop it!" She snapped, throwing her hands in the air. Christian continued to stare, growing more annoyed with her presence. She cleaned up her mess as best she could as she visibly calmed down.
He raked over her appearance as she walked closer. Her hair was a long, golden blonde, frizzy mess, obscuring part of her roundish face. She wore a loose floral blouse with cropped black overalls. He liked the sheer black panty hose she wore with her assemble. The blonde had a look of defeat as she passed by Christian's seat. He watched her sit on a nearby bench, her head in her hands.
Anastasia returned and sat in the seat beside Christian. She took his hand into hers and smiled warmly at him. He leaned over and kissed her. "Kate texted me, she wants just us girls to go baby shopping, like old times." Anastasia said as she gazed at her husband lovingly. "Is that so?" He said less than amused. "Its just this once, Christian. For the afternoon and then we can meet up for dinner." Anastasia said, in an almost pleading tone. He clenched his jaw as he thought about it. "She's picking me up from here, she'll be here any minute." Anastasia added. "So you're just going off, making plans without asking me first?" He said coldly, seething beneath the surface. "It wasn't like that-" She was cut off by Kate coming over to greet them.
"Ana! Christian!" Kate greeted them as she took a seat. Anastasia gave her a tense smile. Christian glanced over and saw the chubby blonde leave the shop. "Hey, Kate, good to see you again. Take care of my Anastasia, now. I'll see you ladies later." Christian said hurriedly before giving a quick peck on Anastasia's cheek. He rushed after the blonde woman. Leaving Anastasia and Kate a little confused.
He caught up to her and bumped shoulders rather roughly with her. "What the fuck!" She snarled as she recovered. He hated the way her face looked, contorted in anger, her piercing blue eyes glaring at him. He maintained eye contact with the woman, expecting her to look away. She glowered at him, six feet away. She certainly wasn't meek he noted. His eyes landed to the front pocket of her overalls. There, embroidered in bold white were the words 'EAT THE RICH'. Oh that's not the only thing she'll eat he thought. She did a 180 and walked the way she came. Christian frowned. He had found his little lamb. "Eat the rich." He said to himself mockingly and scoffed.
An hour had passed since their first meeting. Christian followed her around the various shops she stopped in, noting how she didn't buy anything. He snapped a picture of her face as she turned on the same aisle he was. She quickly turned away and just left the store. Christian followed after her. "Miss wait!" He called after her. She looked back but kept walking. He jogged up to her side. "Hey, I just wanted to apologize for earlier." He said, matching her speed. The woman gave him a sideways glance. "Okay." She said irritably. "You're supposed to say apology accepted." He said playfully, masking his anger. She rolled her eyes, refusing to look at him. "Well aren't you rude. My name is Christian." He introduced himself. "And you are?" He asked expectedly. She visibly bristled with anger. "I like your overalls." He said, trying to get her to stop ignoring him. "Eat the rich, that's funny." Christian laughed.
The blonde ducked into a nearby bookstore, Christian hot on her heels. "We got off to a bad start. I saw you drop your coffee and would like to buy you another one." He said, stopping her by the forearm. "No, thank you." She said, pulling out of grasp. The woman hurried into the womens bathroom to get away from him. Gendered bathrooms weren't going to stop him from barging in.
His phone went off. It was a text from Anastasia telling him where to meet up. He glanced at the bathroom again before leaving. If she thought she was safe in that bathroom then she was sorely mistaken.
Christian hired a P.I. on his long walk back to the car. He sent the picture he took and asked for every detail he could get. The hunt has only just begun.