Jeremy went over to the sleepy coffee shop at the corner of the street as soon as his training was finished. He was tired of hearing Payton's non-stop talking and side stories about his wife; a smoke would calm his nerves after his coffee. Though if Fritz really hasn't changed after all these years, then she'll gab just as much as Payton. He groaned to himself as he walked through the door hooked up to a bell that rang as it opened.
Sure enough, Fritz was sitting at a round table near the back with a cup of tea in her hands and her purse plopped next to her chair. She waved excitedly at Jeremy and Jeremy returned the wave in a much calmer manner before sitting down perpendicular to the woman.
"Not ordering anything?" Fritz asked.
Jeremy shook his head and muttered something about "no money." He didn't feel like elaborating on his borderline poverty lifestyle at that moment. Fritz just nodded in understanding and sipped her tea as she looked around the shop.
"So, how was training?" Fritz asked curiously, "Did Pay Pay show you the all ritz?"
"Yeah," Jeremy replied, propping his head up on his hand, "Jesus Christ, and I thought you talked a lot. If I heard one more story about his wife I would've strangle the fucker."
"Oh my god, I know, right? He's just a running tape of speech- he never really shuts up. He just loves Erika and telling stories about her. I can see why; she's so cute and kind and just perfect wife material. Though I feel so bad for her..."
Jeremy looked back up at Fritz and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why?"
"Well, Payton's been doing lots of overtime lately to help the boss and temporarily fill in missing security guard positions. I've heard him apologize over and over on the phone to her multiple times before. But Payton makes good money, and Erika's a nurse-in-training right now, so they're really at a dilemma. God, I just hope she's not pregnant."
Jeremy nodded as he listened intently, then staring out the closest window at the people walking down the sidewalk outside as they both sat in temporary silence. Fritz tapped her pink-painted finger nails on the table and finished off her tea.
"So..." Jeremy started again, "How's life?"
"Oh... it's pretty good," Fritz responded, "I'm finally able to live without my rude roommate in my own apartment. Man, she was just so lazy and was always bringing over her boy toy to have quick fucks." She momentarily paused to sigh, mutter something to herself, and run her fingers through her curly hair. "But I can't complain- this job has treated me pretty good. I've stayed in line, and it's gotten me a few reasonable raises and I've been pretty happy doing what I do."
Jeremy nodded, folding his muscular arms and leaning back in his chair.
"How about you?" Fritz inquired.
The Native American's chest tightened as the question rolled off her plush lips. How the hell was he supposed to answer this? Yeah, I was nearly thrown into prison for just about life for manslaughter and I got off by the skin of my teeth but it made my life a living hell. Also my family disowned me and I barely had enough money to feed myself every day and pay bills until recently, because everyone totally wants to be roommates with a nearly convicted murderer.
But he couldn't say that.
"It's been shit," He grumbled bitterly, "That fucking murder thing fucked up my life."
God, he needed a cigarette and beer right now.
"M-Murder?" Fritz questioned, "Wait... I could of sworn I heard your name on the news a while ago. Didn't you..."
"Almost got thrown into prison because of close manslaughter charges," Jeremy finished through gritted teeth.
"Oh... I, um... did you actually, y'know..." Fritz said in her quickly changed tone of voice.
Jeremy suddenly harshly slammed his fist on the table. "I don't wanna talk about it!" He snapped. Fritz jumped, looking stunned, and some of the coffee shop customers glanced the two's way before quickly going back to their own business.
Fritz just nodded and sat in silence, staring at the floor to avoid further eye contact. Jeremy let out a huff of mixed frustration and annoyance with the woman sitting across from him and looked out the window once more. How could she actually be surprised by Jeremy's short temper by now? Did she really think Jeremy would tell her the whole story of how his life was utterly ruined in full detail in the middle of some dinky coffee shop? 'She's smart, but also so god damn ditzy at the same time,' He thought to himself. He turned his head to watch the barista work as quick as a bee to fill out a new customer's order to distract himself from the tense silence.
Fritz finally spoke up after a minute. "Did you happen to see Cheyenne while training?" She asked meekly, "I know she was up early today? Her tone had definitely lost a majority of its cheerfulness. Jeremy snapped to attention at the sudden question and turned his head to face Fritz.
"Cheyenne?" He said with furrowed brows.
"Um, she's pretty large in some... areas..." Fritz made a cupping motion over her own chest as if to finish her sentence.
Jeremy thought… He remembered while Payton was showing him the controls of the cameras, a girl had passed by the office. She had given Jeremy a one second glare before turning around away from the office and into the right hallway. "Brown hair with streaks? Thick thighs?"
"No one else like that around there. Damn, one day I would love to motorboat those tits, even just for a few seconds!" Jeremy glared at Fritz to quiet down, and the woman got the message pretty quickly. She lowered her volume but couldn't wipe the grin off her face. "And she's got a great ass too. Genetics must've really graced her."
Jeremy snorted in laughter. "Yeah, but I wouldn't be surprised if she got a boob job in the past."
"Oh, they're real," Fritz corrected, "Too bad she's one of our bosses, though…"
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "One of our bosses?"
"Well… let's just say she's one of Fransisco's 'closer business partners,' or at least that's what he calls it. He's got three in total, at least I think."
"That sucks," Jeremy agreed, "I think she's way bigger than your girlfriend during senior year. What happened to her anyways?"
"Oh, Claire?" Fritz said, "We broke up about a month after graduating. She was moving down to a school in Florida, and it just wasn't working out for us. She was real flaky and went partying without me like there was no tomorrow. I didn't want any of that crap."
Jeremy shrugged. "She didn't seem too bad, aside from how many people she slept with during those four years."
"She didn't sleep with as many people as she claimed to," Fritz reminded him, "Plus, there's nothing wrong with how many dicks she's sucked in her life. Though her doing the occasional weed and crack was a bit of a problem…"
Jeremy smirked. "I told you that you were making a mistake."
Fritz folded her arms over her chest and copied Jeremy's smirk. "And we're going to forget that horny seventeen year-old Jeremy Fitzgerald just wanted to get in her pants?" She teased.
The two laughed and continued to reminisce about people from their high school days and other small talk for over an hour. Fritz told Jeremy all about some of their former friends and what they were up to. It spiked some envy in Jeremy to hear about their successes, but he was still interested too. It was almost as if nothing had changed and they were back to their pimple-faced, horny teenaged selves again. Fritz had ordered banana nut muffin during this time and offered to buy Jeremy something, though he declined, despite his persistent growling stomach.
Jeremy checked his flip phone. The clock read '2:47.' 'Damn, that went by quick,' He thought. "Sorry, Fritz, I gotta go."
Fritz raised her eyebrows and stopped talking right in the middle of a story about her old roommate. "Aw, why?" She whined, pouting playfully, "Sick of my voice already? You're so mean, Mr. Fitzgerald."
Jeremy groaned. "No, no. I just need to go do some errands," He lied. He did enjoy talking to Fritz, but just really wanted to go buy some smokes and beer. Though now that he thought about it, he probably should pick up some groceries this week's meals on his way home too.
"Oh, well," Fritz said, "Lemme give you my phone number if you ever wanna meet up again." She slowly said her phone number to Jeremy and he punched it into his phone (not like he would most likely be using the number in the future). "Oh, and Jer?"
Jeremy looked down at her. "What?" He mumbled.
"I… Whatever happened during that incident, I'm gonna trust your word. I don't think too less of you." She gave Jeremy a small sympathetic smile.
Jeremy nodded. "Yeah…" He muttered, "See ya later."
He promptly left the coffee shop and began making his way down the street. He felt like punching something after Fritz's obvious lie. She was too nice for her own good, and always tried desperately to look for the good in people even when it's not there. Jeremy couldn't stand this aspect of her.
But it was nothing to keep lingering in his thoughts; he'd decided just pick up his things and relax at home until work on Monday.