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"Oh, I'm sorry, hey - well, oh dear, I-I'm.. Goodness me-"
I was too busy fussing over the now coffee-stained shirt adorning Reid to really realise what I was doing. And what I was doing was rubbing my hands back and forth across his chest, trying to remove the discolouration, even though I knew it was futile. This shirt was ruined. It was a light cream, maybe a beige shirt, and the coffee mark was directly in the centre, colouring the whole of his chest, making his clothes seem almost transparent.
Standing so closely to him, I could smell his woodsy scented cologne, and I couldn't help but keen a little. What?! I'm a virile young woman! I'm allowed to do this! Don't question me! The planes of his chest were light, but very neat and defined, and I could see the outline of his strong obliques and abs. Oh God, I need to open a window, because it is getting hot in here.
I stepped backwards, and tentatively glanced upwards, noticing the sharp glint in Reid's eyes, and I couldn't help but lower my gaze a little. He was upset that I was touching him. I mean, who wouldn't be? I had to hush those bitchy voices in the back of my mind that always made second guess everything that I did. That was the reason why I refused to divert from my strict schedule. Yeah, I'll work hours, but I wont go out afterwards - to whatever club the team went to, or out to eat when they did. I liked to eat alone, I didn't like being watched it made me uncomfortable.
Speaking of being scrutinized, I looked back up again, and saw that Reid was watching me, with a very confused and incredulous stare, and I suddenly had the largest urge to just flat-out run to the sanctuary of my home.
I went about stepping around him, and although he reached out for me, he dropped his hand when he realised it wasn't the smart thing to do. I kept walking, with my head held high, and pressed down on the elevator button. I tried to stop myself from twitching on each foot, because come on, that was dead giveaway of nervousness, and I could almost feel the gazes burning holes in the back of my head.
Finally, the elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside, quickly pressing the G for Ground Floor. There was no music to distract me, so I was left alone with my thoughts, of which weren't at all as nice as they should have been.
The elevator pinged, and I stepped outside, in the foyer. The floor was covered with expensive and very clean carpet, and the stainless steel, futuristic-styled receptionists desk sat adjacent to the revolving doors. I nodded at Gregory, the bellhop slash receptionist, and received a scathing glare in return. O-kay, somebody's having a rough day.
I walked out of one of the side doors, instead of using the revolving ones, and was almost immediately hit with a scent that could only be described as New York. There was a mix pf hot dog stands, freshly pressed linen and new, Italian leathered shoes all swarming through the air, and it was just brilliant. I took in a deep breath, and a big, bright smile carved itself onto my face. I loved living here in The Big Apple - it was one of the most fast-paced cities in the whole world, who couldn't love living here?
I was very privileged in that securing this job, with it's pretty amazing pay, I was able to score a classy apartment in upper Manhattan. It took about half an hour to get from my house to the NYPD headquarters - on the train anyway. Driving was almost hell on Earth in the mornings, and especially at peak times, around noon and 5pm.
Because it was dark out, there weren't many people around, so it was fairly easy to find my way through the cluster of crowds and whatnot, and I got to the Spanish deli around the block fairly quickly. The air was a little chilly out, so I had to draw my blazer in on myself.
I chose a circled table nearest to the window, and I sat down, watching the people as they walked by. It was nearing Christmas, and the festive holidays were affecting everybody. Families were walking, talking and laughing, making memories together, made to be remembered for years to come.
When the waitress, a young girl, around my age came over to my table with a fairly small smile on her face, and asked for my order. I requested a large spicy chicken tortilla wrap and sautéed potatoes, drowned in gravy with a side of sweet chilli dip.
It was December 16th 2012, and here I was, sitting alone in a deli, waiting for food that cost more that it probably should have, and watched people who had more than I ever would. Really, was it so bad that all I wanted was a family? A pair of loving parents, and maybe, when I was ready, a family of my own?
The arrival of my meal interrupted my thoughts, and instead of focusing back on it, I went about digging into my dinner. It was nothing but delicious, of course. The chicken was tender, the pitta was crisp and the potatoes were cooked to perfection.
This was my favourite place to come for cuisine like this, as it always made the best quality dinners. It was quaint in size, and rather fancy on the inside. There was a lot of browns and creams complimenting each other, making it feel very homely and safe inside. They liked to keep it calm and relaxed, and for that I was thankful.
It took me little over half an hour to finish my meal, and I quickly left, having left some money in a little black dish, and began trudging to the train station that would take me home. The air had gotten significally colder, and I regretted my decision to not wear tights today. I walked a little faster, hoping that I would get to my destination quicker.
The warmth from the station was a welcomed one, and I let out a sigh in relief. I sat down on the wooden bench, and crossed my ankles together, looking over to the digital timetable and seeing that the train was due in just over 6 minutes.
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?"
A deep voice spoke up directly next to me ear, and I froze in surprise.
I bristled slightly, and my tone could have frozen heated coffee, "Sir, if you do not step away from my person, I will not be held accountable for my actions."
Obviously, him being a douchebag, he took this as a go-ahead to touch my person, and I immediately grappled his hand with both of my own, twisting it slightly at the wrist, and thrusting my thumb at the juncture between his palm and forearm, pushing downwards and keeping it that way until he cried out a little, and half-way begged me to release him.
Instead of my voice being calm or cold, it was almost mocking as I said, "You understand me now, sir?"
He nodded quickly, and I smiled scornfully as I watched him hobble backwards towards his 'home-boys', rubbing his wrist, trying to relieve the pain. This seemed to take up most of the time, because before I knew it, the train was whooshing into the station, and I was seated in a brightly coloured seat, watching the dimly-lit tunnel of brick walls flash-by. I hadn't realised it, but somehow I had fallen asleep along the way.
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