First message
The ignition of my bike pulls the attention of a group of young kids. Fresh out of college with nothing better to do with their lives. I chuckle thinking too myself. Been there, done that.
“If you can seriously see what’s wrong with that dude, you need some serious help, Samantha.”
Right away, I could tell who her daughter was. She told me she was a hardhead. Someone completely opposite of her, my longtime friend, who was always pretty easy going and trusting. Hell, I stopped seeing her after she got married at 23 and moved half way across the world. She did tell me one thing. Her daughter had the biggest heart. And there she was. Standing up to some dude with a goddamn perm, chumming it up with her friend.
The man played innocent. I recognized that. These days boys don’t start fights. They play the victim. Make it look as if they need saving. I let out an amusement chuckle, killing the engine on my diesel.
Everyone’s attention was on me, but this girl. She had her eyes on her friend and a seething glare directed towards the man besides her.
I walk up behind her. Letting her have the presence as I bend down and say gently in her ear.
Why don’t you save your energy for people who want you?
She turns around, heat still on blast according to the furrow between her brows. I smirk and cross my arms.
I’m quite interested. Never could go wrong with a bit of heat.