She turned around and started to speak with a voice that dripped venom.
"I don't know who you think you are but I think you should leave right now. The door is that way, sir."
He followed her pointing finger to the Windex-streaked door with its peeling letters that read 'F---'s Pastries'.
He smirked.
"No, I think I'll stay. You're one interesting little girl. Though some parts of you say otherwise...Besides, I haven't even checked out the 'flavor' of the day...." His licked his lips and his eyes roamed over her ample curves while she recoiled in disgust, clutching an empty tray in front of her.
"You sick freak!! You give me no choice, scum!" With one quick motion, she pulled out a foreign object that remotely resembled a whipped cream can and sprayed its contents in his face.
"Why you little--" He didn't even finish his sentence before falling face forward onto tomorrow's tray of strawberry tarts.
She gave a satisfied smirk before picking him up and walking out the door towards the mall's fountain. With a grunt ("What the hell? Has he been visiting every food place in the mall?!" wink , she dumped him into the fountain, smiling at the loud splash he made.
"No one messes with 'Donut Girl'," She hissed while a group of shocked old ladies looked on.
Ja, man!
You go Donut Girl~
 Uber Poohbah Of Nowhere · Fri Oct 26, 2007 @ 09:39pm · 2 Comments |
