The rest of her day went by quickly. Work was slow, which means a majority of Elle's time was wasted doing task such as staring at the radio, eating, and rarely interacting with customers. This slow pace was expected because a-lot of people in the city hardly left their homes in the day. Other than the familiar old faces that were too weathered by the daily crime of the town to bother hiding anymore, the diner was a barren land. She always wondered how the small diner is able to sustain itself, but being too busy trying to survive, the blonde didn't invest her time in the research.

The blonde had no complaints about the slow pace however, her thoughts were lost on the mysterious A and that kiss she couldn't help but dream about. Of-course she wasn't going to let anyone in the area know about her slight infatuation with the strange woman. For Christ-sake the last thing she needs is falling for a mobster as one of her life accomplishments...wait no! One of her failures.

Wiping the left over crumbs off of the last plastic table, Elle allowed the white towel to rest on her shoulder as she strolled up to the counter. Workers relaxed at the tables talking on their phones and to each other, while others continued to clean up and make their way out.

Riley had not returned back to the diner after his little cross-examination of Elle. Her anger and frustration had long disappeared but she wondered where he ventured off too. The people she asked, which were only two workers, had no idea where he was. Matter-of-fact no one had a clue where he went. The blonde was too distracted to complain, plus she didn't think it was her business. Most of the people that stayed at the shop longer than her seemed accustomed to his absence and she felt like they knew more than she did...or even should.

Brenton claimed her had a 'date' and needed to leave early so Elle was alone for the majority of the day. Since Riley wasn't around Brenton knew he wouldn't get in trouble for leaving early, not that he ever did get any punishment. The brown haired 'stud' thought it was necessary to tell Elle about his plans, so half of the day was spent listening to him blabber on about this magical girl he met. The blonde rolled her eyes a majority of the entire conversation and found herself caught by him, his response being a bright smiled.

"He probably thinks I'm jealous." She thought, or more like knew, as a his brown eyes twinkled with a bit of hope.

It would be a lie for her to state that she had no idea that Brenton liked her, but truthfully she didn't like bringing it up. He is more like a brother to her and nothing more. Unlike most girl's who would give anything to be with him, she just never felt that lust or attraction him. Truthfully she's never felt that for anyone (until now). She told him to snap out of it and when his smile didn't diminish Elle lightly slapped his shoulder.

Once he was done and ran out of the store to this magical girlfriends house or condo or whatever, Elle went back to work(aka sleep). Not having him around meant that more people payed attention to her and needed her assistance, but it wasn't so much that she couldn't handle it. A-lot of the regulars asked if their charming Brenton was in the store to serve them. Elle, being very kind (or that what she told herself) didn't snort in humor like she wanted to. Instead she took their order and continued on with her shift.

As the hours went on, her eyes grew heavier, and the old folks found their way out. Even the town drunk, Even, was able to make his way out and to his apartment which was just a few blocks down.

Rolling her shoulders and neck to get out the kinks that echoed her days tiring activity, the worker moved her fingers through long locks of sun and allowed it to fall loosely down her shoulder. As the other workers continued on packing and closing up the shop for the day Elle lingered back. Resting against the counter-top where the cooks usually placed customer ordered meals. The blonde allowed her tired eyes to venture around the room leisurely before she turned to the cook.

"Sup Jim." Elle chewed the gum Brenton had given her after she almost kicked him for talking too much about what he planned to do with his date. She's not the 'violent' type but he was playing cutesy games, talking too much, and bluntly she wasn't down for the nonsense. Plus the snark comment A made was still ringing in her ear and sending chills down her spine.

It's true that Elle considered apologizing to the frightening but oh-so-sexy stranger, but the entire thing was too foreign for her. The built up armor she had formed over the years refused to allow her the ability to apologize to anyone, nevertheless some strange woman. And to add more salt to the deepening wound, her attraction for this woman A wasn't helping anything at all.

"Hey there sport." He placed his chefs hat down, allowing his charcoal eyes to skim over the counter tops he had wiped before. His thick calloused hands moved pots and pans around before settling on the petite blonde. "Heading out?" He tousled her silk like hair caringly.

"Yup." She tossed her pink work, or 'stupid' (as she liked to call it),apron into the bin. Elle knew she was supposed to fold it neatly, like the other pieces of clothing that were there before her own, but of-course the blonde was not going to do such a thing. "Have you seen Riley?" She asked, leaning against the wall and watching him pack up some more things.

A big smile formed on his dark lips as he looked back down at her, a silliness in his eyes that she has grown accustomed too. "Darling if I knew where that big bird was I would be asking for my paycheck by now."

Jim has got to be one of the rear ones cause Elle could never find herself getting bothered by the cute names he would call her. Maybe it is his southern accent that gets her or the fact that she views him as a distant relative, but either way she smiled along with him as he continued cleaning up. She shoved him lightly, the response was not a clear answer and only showed his unwillingness to tell the truth.

"It's getting really late sugar, you should head out soon." He looked at her and then at the diner's door, the ink of midnight alluding to the late hours.

"Hand me your arm?"

He moved his large hand over the counter so that her fingers could wrap around it and pull it closer. "Ahhh, it's about 11:46, not that late." Smiling at her sarcastic comment, Jim moved his hand back. "Get going, I'll close up tonight."

"Yeah yeah." She popped her gum and smiled at him one more time. "Hand me some scotch and I might head out."

His laugh was heavy and smooth, but filled with so much fluff that she couldn't help but curve her pink lips into a bigger smile. "Get your little touche out of here." She passed her a sample bottle of some light alcoholic dink.

"Wine cooler! Jim I thought you knew me better than this." The blonde spoke while leaning her back against the counter. The big man scrunched his nose in a joking manner before moving his head towards the door.

Elle read the sign easily and started to make her way out very slowly, letting her fingers move against the tables. While she continued toward the door, she turned around to him and stuck out her tongue. Jim wasn't sure why until the green glass bottle of Glenlivet was illuminated by the stale store lights. "How'd you find that?" He asked, surprised by the blondes antics but entertained as well.

"You need to find a new hiding spot!" Elle teased, hearing the older mans laugh as she sprinted out the door.

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Spitting the bubble gum onto the cold cement street, the blonde continued on forward, moving her fingers through golden strands while chugging down the whiskey. Half way down the street the blondes little fun moment with Jim slipped from her mind, and those blue eyes became more aware of the world around her. Moving her hand over the gun stuffed in her back pocket, the blonde continued cautiously.

The streets of this city are never safe enough. The whiskey was calming her only slightly but her mind was keeping her alert. All many months and moments of witnessed crime in this city has trained her to not let the nights fool her.

The nighttime was busy, but in a quite underground way. There were the loud drunks, demanding pimps, prostitutes looking for some money, and of-course the drug gangs. Elle knew about everything but she wasn't the type to get involved, she didn't like support or feeling like she depended on someone. She tried that and both of those people were murdered.

"Is that Elle?" The mans voice came to her ear like nails down a chalk board. The tall man stood in front of her, obstructing her passage down the side-walk. She was too far from the diner to turn back around and her mind was ready to chop the disgusting slab of meat in front of her.

The idiot in-front of her was called James. He didn't live around the town, in-fact he lives in the upper-scale end of the state. Yet he discovered the blonde once at a late night club, which she was dragged to, and decided to pursue her to no end. Elle has no idea why he doesn't think her reply, which was and always will be NO, is legitimate. The blonde, as always, finds herself sliding away from the 'handsome' tall types and just enjoying being alone, or at least what she thought was enjoyment.

James is a DICK, simple and blunt.

He looks like one of those guys who have way too much money and time. The type of guys who get everything they want and never hear the response NO. Standing at six feet two inches and towering over her easily, she could tell he already felt at ease. In the club he had attempted to pin her against the wall, until she nearly smashed his balls and dick into fine powder. Now it seems like he had chased her around town, found where she walks on her way home, and decides to force a yes out of her. Which is never going to happen.

He wore a crisp blue suit, his shirt unbuttoned slightly and dirty blonde hair cut dingy. He smelled like he had been drinking for hours now and leaned against a sleek car from some brand she couldn't decipher. He has on this gross smile that just reads so much more than the condescending shit that spewed from his chapped lips, and he smelled of expensive cologne made from whale shit or something.

James went on through his attempt to pressure her into saying yes. Going on about being able to get her out of this slum, provide for her and what not. The typical bull-shit guys like him say to get innocent girls into their beds, fuck them, and then toss them back into the same streets they claimed they would save them from. It might sound like Ellle was making shit up but truth be told she's seen shit like this happen over and over again.

The 'dick' continued to talk and the blonde allowed her eyes to roam for an escape. Of-course the more he talked the more her patience weaned. The blonde rolled her eyes at his comments, it became clear that the bachelor has no idea about her family or her past, but Elle's not one to correct self-consumed idiots.

"What don't you come home with me. You'll never have to see this dump again..." He talked again, his first few comments not receiving a reaction from the petite girl, well other than her trying to move around him. "I promise baby."

The nickname didn't have the same affect it did when the tall woman from the other night called her little names. Coming from his lips Elle wanted to puke in his smug face.

He ended his sentence by placing his large hands on her shoulder, and that is what took it over the cliff. Touching, especially from disgusting pervs like James made her want to rip his hands off. Her personal space was her personal space, talk all the shit you want but the minute you invade that space, then be prepared to get slapped or pushed, or cursed out.

Taking the heavy watch covered and ring decorated hand from her shoulder, Elle pushed the tall man away from her, moving past him like she wanted to do the entire time. The petite woman had expected the man to follow her or shout something dumb but that was not what she received.

Her long blonde her was pulled back harshly causing a loud groan to move out her lips.So not only does her like to lie but he's also abusive. Damn this guy is one charmer Elle's thought sarcastically , although this wasn't the right moment to be joking around.

"You fucking bum! Did you just pull my hair?" She spat as his face came closer to her own. A smile covered the sculpted and groomed mans face, his hand clutching into her locks as a way to prevent anymore movement from her. She spat in his face but that only made him pull her hair even harder. As much as she wanted to pull out her gum and shoot his ass, the pain radiating from her head was too intense.

Elle was in a lot of pain, her head was pounding from the hard pull and she thought the strands might actually be pulled from her scalp. Growling as he spoke some more nonsense, this time with an even more devilish grin, the blonde lifted her knee aiming to crunch his nuts like she had at the club. Sadly James had expected it and dealt with the attempted attack by slamming her against the light poll, the rusted ends of nails pressing against her flesh.

"Fuck!" She shouted, not at all surprised by the mans aggressive nature. She could sense it the first time he approached her, but seeing it take action is way more scary than her predictions.

She's seen men like him before, that's mostly why she doesn't like dealing with them in general. The thing is guys like James are leeches who can't take no so easily and take things too far... and too personally.

He moved in quickly, letting his hard lips scarp over her own. The blonde could feel the heated bile move up her stomach in disgust but kept it down. He bit her lips and attempted to slid his tongue into her mouth, but that was not going to happen. Elle kept her lips shut as her continued to claw his body in an effort to escape.

In a split second the heavy body that was pressed against her and draining the air from her lungs was off of her, and all she could hear was a loud thud and his yelping. Elle's eyes followed the loud sound and found James on the ground basically cry and cursing at the same time. The blond couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't an amused kind of laugh but a bitter one, the one that warned of worse things to come without producing any words. She wanted to take the opportunity to kick him in the lip or stomp out his nuts permanently-but her eyes caught onto something even more interesting than her anger fueled revenge tactics.

Viewing a pair of heels near his figure, Elle allowed her oceanic eyes to flow up. Slowly they traced over long slim high heels, then slender but toned legs that were beneath a sleek striped pant, then a flat stomach and breast. Round plump breast that were just tantalizing. Her eyes seemed to rest on the round breast beneath the black jacket, the flesh peeking beneath the stripped tailored jacket. Elle was enjoying the woman's lack of a shirt beneath her jacket until a rich laugh pulled her out of the trance.

She looked up quickly while her cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. In that moment her blue eyes were met by the most mesmerizing emeralds.

Like a wave the strangers beauty came crashing on her like it had the night before. The warm vanilla tint of her skin, richness of her mahogany hair, and oh so plump lips painted with a light oil did wonders for the blonde. The woman's entire image seemed pulled straight off the runway, with the mixture of feminine and masculine, Elle wasn't sure if she wanted to rip the woman's clothes off or just kiss every inch of her skin.

The petite woman found herself licking her lips without even realizing the way the tall brunette surveyed her, her lips revealing sharp teeth in a slanted smile. Just the sight of this woman was making her crazy and for those moments she wasn't concerned about James, or the drug dealers, or even the gangs that roamed the streets at night, as if the sun still beamed bright. In that moment all she saw was this intoxicating creature that walked with a sense of authority and sex appeal.

"Well hello there baby-girl." A spoke, her husky tone whisking away the haze that clouded Elle's eyes as well as the fear she had when James pressed his bulky frame against her own. The blonde could feel her eyes lowering to the woman's lips and then her sculpted face, for some reason Elle couldn't keep her eyes on one thing. There were so many beautiful aspects of this woman's form, that she couldn't help gazing at every physical features.

The stranger took quick notice of the youths bright sapphire eyes and the way they lingered on her chest, then her lips and everything else. The youth's evident display of interest and pure lust brought an amused smile to Angelina's face. She hadn't found out much about the blonde yet but she was willing to find out a bit about her little 'tranpe nan epis' more personally or rather physically.

She had been on her round about through the city to collect a few debts and check on her sales when she caught sight of something she really didn't like. Making her way down the streets the brunette noticed the whole scene between the youth and sloppy pig.

It pissed her off just realizing that he was forcing himself on a woman, something that she would beat the living hell out of anyone for, but what made her nearly break his rib was when she found out it was her little blonde 'friend' from the other night. It wasn't too long before Angelina had the fool on the floor with the force of a bull, not bothering to give him a look as he groaned in pain.

Those blue eyes connected with her own and an air of silence moved between them, Angelina with a suggestive smirk on her face and Elle resisting the urge to kiss the tall brunette.

"I-I would've handled it myself." The blonde spoke, her head lowering to the cement ground in embarrassment as she made her way down the side walk, hoping that her attraction for the woman would fade as she drew away from her.

The sound of heels alerted the youth that she was being followed, not that it bothered her as much as it had when James was the stranger following her. "My my, you really have an issue with thanking people don't you?" Angelina bantered, her emerald eyes glued on the blondes tight ass. "Damn! Now that's a nice ass."

"What did you just say?"

A husky laugh came from the woman when she heard the girl's agitated tone, the light voice bringing a genuine spark of joy to her. While she enjoyed reeling the blonde up with her smirk, what Angelina really wanted at the moment was to stick her tongue down Elle's throat and taste every bit of that spicy mouth of hers.

Elle found herself turning around at the rich laugh, her desire for the stranger pissing her off more than the fact that she was being laughed at. The blonde wasn't sure what she was going to say or do to the brunette, in-fact she didn't know why in hell she was so compelled to turn and stride forward but she did...and now she was standing in front of the stoic woman her fingers curled against her palm.

Preparing to say something smart, Elle opened her mouth-this turned out to be useless since she was cut off by plump lips that pressed against her own. In that instant the scent of rum and smoke reached her nose and spread against her taste-buds. Strong arms took the blondes body and pressed her against a brick wall, the pressure heavy but soft at the same time. Elle was so swept by the sensation's that took over her body and soul that she didn't care about any eyes that might witness their action or the fact that the criminal world was wide awake. Her hands gripped onto the woman's back for the contact she wanted more of, pushing against the beautiful stranger as she kissed back-harder and with more urgency. This brunette, this stranger, she wasn't just kissing her like that bum had a few minutes ago, no. She was taking everything from her as if they had been lovers for years.

Elle could feel bolts of electricity flying above her flesh, setting her body ablaze with sensations and a deep desire that she feels whenever A was near her.

She could feel the supple lips gliding against her own, soft yet aggressive as she took control easily. Long fingers gripped onto the sides of her waist pushing their figures together, her nails biting into the girl's skin with force that assured her a bruise would be left behind. Like a cat clawing against a large oak, the blondes arms moved from the older woman's back and up to her neck- those soft fingers wrapping themselves in lush locks of mahogany.

Hearing the young waitress moan vibrate from her throat and into their kiss only set Angelina's fuming lust ablaze but unlike most the woman was good at controlling her emotions. Hissing as short nails scrapped her scalp, the brunette captured blossom tinted bottom lip between her own, sucking and nibbling with her sharp teeth-leaving the warm flesh moist and rosy. Using her tongue Angelina outlined the flesh that tasted of strong Glenlivet and honey with her tongue.

Slipping her cold fingers beneath the blondes shirt to gain more access, the tall woman could hear the blond gasp and shiver under her touch. The sound brought a smirk to her lips as she continued to entice the youth. Moving her lips from the blondes, Angelina kissed along the gentle curves of the girl's face making a slow voyage to pale ears. Once her plump mouth reached Elle's ears, Angelina whispered into them a soft but assertive command. "Open your mouth baby-girl."

The youth wasn't sure why she obeyed but within seconds of the brunettes words her lips parted. Moving her head back with hands still gripping onto Elle's hips and other hand slipping beneath the girls chin, Angelina smiled. "Good-girl."

Before Elle could say something or even close her mouth the brunette slipped her tongue into the girls mouth, the muscle gliding over a row of teeth and then all-over. From the contact and the way the older woman moved those full lips against her own had the blonde slipping. Elle was sure she would have given herself to the stranger right here in the street if the woman hadn't stopped kissing her.

The blonde knew her lips were slightly bruised from the intense make-out that was taking part but she didn't care, she wanted to touch this enticing brunette even more. Moving away from peach colored lips, Elle allowed herself to take in some air, her eyes slightly closed as she felt the tingling sensation that ran over her skin. Taking in those deep green eyes, Elle moved her hands back down the woman's figure, letting her fingers mesmerize the shape of her slender back and the firmness of her bottom beneath those tailored pants.

A smile came to the Angelina's face once more. Placing a chaste kiss on Elle's lips the brunette released her hold on the girl.

"I'll see you around Elle."

The blonde paused, wondering how the stranger knew her name. Reading the expression on the blondes face, Angelina laughed with joy-she couldn't believe how one person could be so damn tempting.

"I have my ways princess." Lifting a brow at the tall woman's comment, the youth moved her arms across her chest. "Plus..." Angelina stepped closer, watching while the blondes arms slipped from their lock and she unconsciously moved back, her shoulders and feet hitting against the wall. "It was on your name tag this morning."

Her expression changed to one that said 'I-can't-believe-I-forgot-that' and the brunette just smiled, memorizing the girl's gentle features.

"Until next time then." She walked away, her back turning to the younger woman who remained against the wall, her blue eyes following every movement of the gorgeous brunette. As Elle prepared to make her way home she noticed that A had stopped walking. Wondering what caused that, Elle waited and withing seconds the tall woman turned around.

"I'm still waiting for my apology by the way." Her lips were curved into her signature smirk and her condescending comment caused Elle to roll her eyes and huff, her traditional spit-fire personality returning.

"You can just keep waiting!"

Not waiting for a response, the blonde turned her back to the beauty and hurried her way home.