I parked up at Eclipse coffee house forty seven minutes later, and surveyed the scene before me,
it was a run down little dump wedged neatly between fifth and sixth street, the windows had a thin layer of grime coated on them and the front door had a massive crack running from the bottom right up to the top.
I sighed inwardly, running my right hand through my hair.
Yeesh Swan, your class knows no bounds.
And neither does yours Cullen.
oh fuck off.
I trudged forward into the building and located a table situated right at the back, the smell of coffee and ash permeating the air around me. I seated myself quickly and waited to be served by whatever bum worked here, and as if by magic a fat guy with a dirty apron, and sweat stains under his armpits approached me,
'' can ah get'cha somethin'?'' he drawls saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, while he pulls out a small pad and a stubby pencil.
I fight the urge to retch '' a pot of black coffee, hold the milk'' I answer flicking ash off the table.
The man wipes his mouth on his apron and nods, his greasy hair swinging around his face as he turns and heads back into the kitchen.
ugh, how disgusting.
As I wait for my coffee I notice there are only four other patrons in this run down shit hole, and all of them seemed to be on edge, their fingers either tapping or gripping the stained tables in front of them.
probably junkies waiting for their next hit my subconscious summarises snarkily.
I huff angrily, the sooner I get out of this shit hole the better.
Where in the blue balls is this woman!
Then there she appears in all her glory, sporting a pony tail and black ray bans,
well fuck me sideways and call me fanny, the bitch stole my fucking ray bans!
Swan walks in and glances around quickly before she locates me, casually strolling over with a sexy as fuck smirk on her face
my subconscious yells in alarm at me ''Abort!, abort! Avoid the face Cullen! Focus on something other than her sexy as fuck face!''
I look up at her and inhale sharply, my mind filling all my senses with all of her beauty.
She was wearing a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, her blue jeans hugging her lovely plump ass and legs nicely and I vaguely noticed she was wearing black Stetsons.
''Cullen, you are officially fucked'' my subconscious sighs
No shit Sherlock!
she walks over to me and pulls out the opposite chair, flicking her luscious brown locks over her shoulder as she sits
stop ogling her and pull yourself together!
she nods her head curtly '' Cullen''
''Swan'' I reply smoothly nodding back at her
''That's more like it'' my subconscious smiles approvingly to me.
she rolls her eyes and folds her arms daintily on her lap, tilting her chair back slightly.
'' have you read the files?'' she asks casually, while inspecting her nails.
''of course!'' I snap, my temper flaring instantly '' I'm not a fucking newbie you know!''
She snorts and rolls her eyes again, and my dick twitches slightly and I shift uncomfortably, reigning in all the strength I have, to not get a boner.
Damn you to hell Swan!
She smirks at me again cocking a eyebrow at me '' just checking, are you all packed and ready to go?''
I nod turning my head out of the window, why oh why did James have to pair me with her!
'' Good '' she replies, in a brisk manner, taking out her black revolver from her waistband '' you packing?'' she adds, shining the butt of the revolver quickly and replacing it.
I turn back to her and smirk '' when am I not?''
She blushes and opens her mouth to reply,but just as she is about to say something the greasy haired waiter appears again, with a jug of coffee and two cups slamming the muddy contents on the table, spilling the contents onto my jeans.
'' You idiot watch what the fuck your doing'' I growl out try to dab the hot mess with my bare hands scalding them slightly in the process.
''sorry'' he grunts, handing me some tissue from his pocket ''was ah accident''.
I snatch the tissue from him and try my best to dry my jeans, while Swan just laughs her ass off at me.
''keep it cool Cullen, don't let her get to you'' my subconscious warns me.
Swans laughter rings in my ears.
Temper rising.
Hulk smash!
I stand up abruptly, knocking the table over spilling the contents everywhere.
I punch the waiter in the face and watch as he lands on his fat ass, a small feeling of satisfaction comes over me and I whip round to face Swan.
I snarl at her, effectively wiping away all traces of humour from her face.
'' we're leaving, NOW!'' I roar, marching to the door and almost ripping it off its hinges.
I vaguely here her calling me an asshole as she follows me, and I flip her the bird over my shoulder laughing manically as I do so.
Let the fun begin Swan, let the fun begin.