Post by Jesse on May 19, 2007 20:50:22 GMT -5
(Muahahahaha, I'm going to confuse you all.)
The steady murmur of quiet conversation filled the restaurant accompanied by the scent of cooking and shouting from the kitchen in the next room. In a booth at the back of the room was the only solitary guest, a young woman with curious blue eyes and sand blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun. She was tapping her nails against the tabletop impatiently and glaring in the direction of the door as if waiting for something.
A waiter approached her slowly, looking slightly nervous. “Ma’am, do you want your check yet?”
“How many times do I have to tell you no? I’m waiting for someone!” She snapped, her hand clenching into a fist on the table beside her empty plate. Glancing at the waiter she sighed and tugged on her ear, “I’m sorry, give it ten more minutes and if he’s not here I’ll take the check.”
When the man left to help someone else she collapsed backwards into the seat and pulled out her cell phone. Hitting speed dial she pressed it to her ear and listened to it ring. Before long voicemail picked up. With an angry sigh she left a message, “Dad it’s Kat, you’re two hours late, again. I thought you were supposed to get into the airport ages ago. Why do you even bother trying to be my father anymore if this is all that’s going to happen every time? You know what, I don’t care, I’m leaving. Don’t bother calling back, I don’t want to talk to you right now.” She snapped the phone shut and waved to the waiter, “Check please.”
Kat paid quickly and left the small restaurant. Stepping out into the warm night air she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one as she got into her red Miata. The top was down and as she pulled onto the freeway wind whipped her long bangs around her face. Noise from traffic, the constant scent of smog, and the taste of the cigarette smoke filled her senses but she ignored all three in favor of focusing on her anger. How dare he? Three fucking weeks after graduation and he still can’t make it.
An angry frown twisted Kat’s lips as she sped down the street leading to her home, going far to fast in the dark. There was a car already parked in her driveway, she couldn’t tell what kind in the dark but she assumed it was her father’s. Parking on the street in front of the house Kat got out of the car, slamming the door loudly, and stormed up the driveway.
She paused halfway up and stared at the car, “Goddamnit that can’t be good.”
The steady murmur of quiet conversation filled the restaurant accompanied by the scent of cooking and shouting from the kitchen in the next room. In a booth at the back of the room was the only solitary guest, a young woman with curious blue eyes and sand blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun. She was tapping her nails against the tabletop impatiently and glaring in the direction of the door as if waiting for something.
A waiter approached her slowly, looking slightly nervous. “Ma’am, do you want your check yet?”
“How many times do I have to tell you no? I’m waiting for someone!” She snapped, her hand clenching into a fist on the table beside her empty plate. Glancing at the waiter she sighed and tugged on her ear, “I’m sorry, give it ten more minutes and if he’s not here I’ll take the check.”
When the man left to help someone else she collapsed backwards into the seat and pulled out her cell phone. Hitting speed dial she pressed it to her ear and listened to it ring. Before long voicemail picked up. With an angry sigh she left a message, “Dad it’s Kat, you’re two hours late, again. I thought you were supposed to get into the airport ages ago. Why do you even bother trying to be my father anymore if this is all that’s going to happen every time? You know what, I don’t care, I’m leaving. Don’t bother calling back, I don’t want to talk to you right now.” She snapped the phone shut and waved to the waiter, “Check please.”
Kat paid quickly and left the small restaurant. Stepping out into the warm night air she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one as she got into her red Miata. The top was down and as she pulled onto the freeway wind whipped her long bangs around her face. Noise from traffic, the constant scent of smog, and the taste of the cigarette smoke filled her senses but she ignored all three in favor of focusing on her anger. How dare he? Three fucking weeks after graduation and he still can’t make it.
An angry frown twisted Kat’s lips as she sped down the street leading to her home, going far to fast in the dark. There was a car already parked in her driveway, she couldn’t tell what kind in the dark but she assumed it was her father’s. Parking on the street in front of the house Kat got out of the car, slamming the door loudly, and stormed up the driveway.
She paused halfway up and stared at the car, “Goddamnit that can’t be good.”
