Title: Still His
Author: Rose Raven Riddle
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how many dreams I dream, or phone calls I make pretending to blackmail the creator, it will never be mine. I blame life.
A/N: Three things: 1. This starts a month after the last chapter.
2. Thanks to the people who added this to their favorites, I love you guys and you get chocolate chip cookies.
3. Read, Review, and Enjoy!
Rayne sat alone in "The Family Secret," Gloria was out in the hospital thanks to her loving ex-boyfriend Jake. The stupid prick was as good as dead.
There was the sound of the chimes, signaling that a customer was here. "Good Afternoon! Welcome to "The Family Secret," may I recommend the pastries today, made from our own secret recipe."
She looked up, the familiar face that kept appearing every day for the past month was staring back at her.
"You're late today, sir," She grinned, "the usual, I presume? An Espresso Macchiato, one sugar and a chocolate pastry?"
He glared at her, again with the cheery smile. He hated her for the fact that he couldn't resist loving it. The lip gloss shimmered, the sparkles glimmering from the light above. He couldn't hear her voice, just saw her mouth moving.
The only reason he ever ordered the macchiato and chocolate pastry was because Rayne liked to order it. He never processed the taste of it, he just knew that she liked it, so he had to have it.
"Sir?" Her voice brought him back, she was presenting his order to him, which he took and paid her.
Rayne stared at him, in the month that he's been coming to the coffee shop, not once did he seem pleasant or happy. He was cute though, she had to admit that. She was always happy to see him, he had become sort of a routine. Every morning, he would come and order the same thing. Rayne was happy that he liked the same thing she did, it reassured her that there were more people who appreciated a good macchiato.
John sat down at one of the tables in the corner, he had a perfect view of the counter. Rayne was still staring at where he was standing. He smirked, she was probably thinking about him. She shifted and pulled out a book. She turned to a page and grabbed her lighter with her other hand. She flipped the top and started playing with it. On. Off. On. Off. It seemed like odd habit for a girl like her. She put it back in her pocket. There was a sound of chimes, this time she didn't look up, she was too entranced with her novel.
"Hey babe, how about you and I head out for a drink, forget the coffee, come on." The guy grinned.
She looked up and responded with a grin. John felt the grip on his cup tightening; something in his chest seemed to be screaming in pain. Rayne leaned over the counter and hugged the guy, the bastard's smile grew. Who did this guy think he was?
"George, you big oaf! Where have you been all this time, it's been what? Three months?"
He glared at the seat in front of him, how dare she talk to another guy in that tone.
"Oh you know, parents, school, getting married – –"
"WHAT!? You got married?! Who would want to marry you?"
Their laughter filled the shop, they continued talking until someone from the back room called her in. The man called George smiled and said his goodbyes.
Rayne saw that the man in the corner was staring at her again, she smiled at him and walked into the office in the back.
His gaze softened, she was still his. He would still have to teach her a lesson. She would have to learn to be his and his alone.