2 2 - Take

"Have you watched the news?"

The man in grey suit spoke over the cup of coffee to the hot blonde sitting opposite him in the Louise-V carpeted restaurant.

"I'm not much of a big fan of news!"

She picked up her own cup of cappuccino and had a slurp. She eyed the man with one of her retinas. She hadn't meant the swigging that way. She hoped that he wouldn't have a wrong perception of her.

Then she put the cup down and said, staring blankly into the lit eyes of the cute bachelor.

"As I am not of you."

His face went numb. As though it had been inflected by some diseases the UNICEF was yet to discover.

The lady acted indifferent, her lips twirling to the rhythm of her heart. She probably was doing that on purpose. Like trying to give the guy a reason of loving her and then feigning to hate him.

If he truly was the guy he had professed to be and loved her, he would fight to have her. She was worth more than saying 'yes' to a guy who just asked her out the fifth time. Their fifth date.

At least, she could manage twenty. Then they could talk about having a tour to Himalaya. She had always wanted to go to Mount Everest. That was much of her bucket list.

That was some crazy way to think of it. She wasn't going to die anytime soon. Well, no one could guarantee life of course. Hence, her reason.

The man who was trying not to show his displeasure wore a smirk. He tried as much as possible to tame the face. The smirk was made to seem more like a smile. He was such a skilled fellow. He should be awarded.

He slid his hands across the table and reached for the lady's. He did a soft squeeze and held her gaze with his. He wanted her to feel what he was feeling for her. If he was lucky enough not to be pruning an illusion though.

"Thought we've had this discussion? Just a try will do. Don't make a myth of us."

She wore him out with an odd ogle and shook her hand off. He did a sharp look around if anyone else aside him was taking note of what was happening between the two of them.

There was a boy. More of an urchin who seemed to have his eyes plugged in the outlet of their location in the restaurant. He had no idea what the boy was thinking.

He started blinking his eyes at the boy. He was sure that the boy was looking at him.

He wanted the boy to look away and concentrate on whatever whoever who brought him was doing. Obviously that would be his mother.

But the more the man blinked, the more the boy mimicked.

Got to a point, the boy placed his right and left thumb in his nose respectively and pushed them up, letting his tongue out in suit. Hell!

The man began to shake his head dramatically. He had no idea what he was even doing. All he knew was the fact that he wanted to get rid of the boy.

"OMG! You're so ridiculous. I'm outta here. Go be his father."

The lady stood up and reached for her bag. She was very vexed. You can easily tell from the way her lips were drooping.

"Let it slide."

That was all he thought better to say. He had no idea that the lady took note of what transpired between him and the useless urchin.

"I've got a better date. You've ruined you chance. Might think of keeping a slot for you later. Bro!"

She said the bro as though her oesophagus was going to pop out as she danced her head and pushed her neck forward. That probably would had been mistaken for some new dance step.

She stomped off and almost bumped into a man who was bearing a tray of meal. Obviously one of the waiters.

She looked the man eeriely and made for the door. The man in grey suit was standing. There was no point. He had already created an attention. He sat.

He looked towards the boy, he was no longer there. He was confused. He did a rough and quick search, ransacking the room with his rude gaze.

Then he saw the boy walking out of the rest room with his two hands in his pockets as though he was some nigga. He winked at the man.

The man wanted to stand up and rush over to the boy and beat the benjamin-package out of him. Then came a voice from behind.

"That's what you get when you labor in the wrong vine."

He wore the boy out with the last fierce look he could ever had wielded. He wished he had some magical rays in his eyes, he could had just roasted the urchin alive.

He couldn't. He looked away from him to the man who had intruded: twas a male voice.

"You should had known that she ain't the right lady for you. Hermia knew her Lysander, even when Egeus, her father saddled her with his Demetrius. So said Shakespeare."

The man in grey suit tried to understand what the fellow was saying. He couldn't understand. He was actually tired. Why would he have to leap from one pain to the other?

"Thanks. Who are you?"

He couldn't had thought better. He wanted to tell the man whose jaw was the home of beards to leave. The man had a pair of glasses over his eyes and his clothes looked grey from inappropriate washing. The man shouldn't judge the fellow yet. He remembered his own pains too.

"I'm a professor. A professor of Arts and Common sense in the Department of illusion at the boulevard of the world. Do not try to understand. I'm a self-made professor. And believe me when I tell you, I'm better than every professor trained by stereotypes."

No sooner the professed professor finished talking than the restaurant blacked out.

Everyone inside the restaurant gasped and several shouts and screams borne by surprises garnished the atmosphere.

The walled Plasma TV went off and a very thick darkness crawled into the skin of both the professor and the man in grey suit. Everyone in the restaurant seemed to be putting on black.

Then at once, some strange movements started coming from outside and chaos was heard and felt from the inn.

Light came up again. Then some strange creature appeared on the TV screen with blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were large and his mouth heavy with voluptuous set of teeth. His heart was visible through the chest.