- - - here we go; cupcake/oliver

BUT WE'RE SO LUCKY !

The engine of her Cadillac purred like a jungle cat as it idled in the shining sun. Olive orbs glared in the same direction of the beating ball of light in the sky from behind sunglasses. Inhaling then exhaling the cancerous smoke, Fiona leaned her elbow on the inside of her car door, watching the people pass by. She had a lunch date with a guy, but not a romantic date. Business. These days her life consisted of work, work, and more work, especially since she had agreed to take over her deceased grandfather’s amplification company. But her two jobs seemed to go hand-in-hand with each other. Marder Amplification’s had many sponsee’s, though they certainly didn’t need to sponsor anyone to get their name out there. They were the most famous company in their field of work. But it still never hurt. That’s how her mind worked; money, money, money.

Flicking the fiery stick out the window and into the dirty street, she leaned over a bit and pressed a button causing her window to roll up back into place. Turning off the car, she pushed open the door a stepped out. One foot after the other, she soon stood and slammed the door behind her. Not looking both ways before crossing like she should have, she passed to the other side of the road and onto the sidewalk. With in seconds she was at the door to The Masthead, a small local café. Great food surprisingly enough, but it was their drinks that seemed to bring people around. The owner, Kiver Lambert, was a great man and a great business owner. It was always refreshing, especially to the Scottish lass to see such a thriving little place in such a shithole town. Then again, every town was a shithole to her. So much hate in such a lanky little bitch.

As she stepped into the relatively average sized building, she was greeted with a smell of coffee beans and cold air. Sunglasses were removed from her face and stuffed into their rightful case and in her bag. Glancing around she didn’t recognize anyone so the young man named Oliver must not have been there quite yet. All was well, she was feeling nice oddly enough that day.

A waiter approached her and seated her/ With a menu in hand, she glanced the papers which she really didn’t need to do. She had spent a great deal of time at the small restaurant and knew their menu as well as her own body. “Water with five cubes and one, I mean one, slice, not wedge, of lemon and one slice of cucumber, thinly cut.” She was extremely particular and quite ruthless if she wasn’t heard correctly. But she’d been coming here for so long that nearly everyone who was employed knew what she wanted and how she wanted it.

The glass was set down on the wooden table. Unwrapping the clear straw she stuck it into the refreshing beverage and brought it to her lips. Water: check. Client: still not here. A slightly frustrated sigh came from behind the brunette’s full lips. He wasn’t late at all, she was just impeccably early. Too early for her own good in fact. Fiona was, for lack of a better word, generally cunty to nearly everyone. Yes, this included her loved one’s, especially her boyfriend Jaxon. He tended to get the blunt end of it all, but he didn’t really mind. He’d gotten so used to it that it was normal behavior for her. But this new client, well a small part of her hoped that she’d be able to seal the deal. She didn’t really care either way, and that was acquired in her line of work. You couldn’t take things personal, yet nine times out of ten it really should have been. She was just a bitch.

641 WORDS, TAG cupcake/oli, OUTFIT