Written to the Happy Ending

Sipping on my green tea in the local coffee shop, heavy metal music blared in my headphones. A throat clearing shattered my peaceful moment, a stern businessman glared down at me. His cold emerald eyes watched me with disgust the moment I took off my headphones. Turning off my music, his dark gray designer suit screamed of a venomous personality. Running his hands through his long chocolate brown waves, my death glare matched his.