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"I'm taking this jar with me at all costs, " I say determined and also smirking .

"That makes two of us," Says the guy smirking too. Pink plump lips thinning slightly as they curve.

"Do you know how many guys I have crippled to get stuff, I, " Points to self ," Want and always get ." I cross my arms and stand in an intimidating stance. Or so I thought. " Look here pretty, I just want the jar then be on my way... " He starts and I cut him off.

"Don't dare use the 'pretty card ' to get stuff out of girls, I am not one of those girls you call 'pretty ' " finger quotations, "and get your way with. "

Seeming annoyed, "You don't even know me and there you are judging. "He crosses his arms over his chest.

Boy is he muscular. And, that a tattoo I see! Wow he sure rocks official look. But he made me angry at the moment so he won't hear any of that from me. So I tried the blackmail my way out which let's cut the story short, did not work. I was furious and not just at the guy.

Today, so many things tortured me starting with burning up my favorite floral dress while I ironed it. I was not held at gunpoint to do it, I normally wear creased clothes without shame. But for some reason I don't know I just had to go ahead and try ironing like I was expecting an award and now look what happened! No award! Favorite dress burnt!  I am useless!

I am snapped out of my raging thoughts when he said something but obviously I didn't pick it. "What? " I said in a not so polite way that I internally cringed and told myself to chill. I seriously need to work on my responses . Mental scoff. Meh!

"I said maybe we should come up with a way to share it... You know... Equally... " I nodded too quickly cutting him off but I knew I would regret the decision.

"So we could go to my place..." His dark eyes widened suddenly when mine brown ones narrowed, " ...of course if you are okay with it, youknow, to share. It's not far from here too "

I looked from him to the mess on the floor and his gaze followed.

"I'll take care of that. " He turned to me with a small smile.

I then looked at the attendant who was actually still there staring back at us. The guy got his wallet and gave her a few notes and tell her to keep the change to which I scoffed and I cough - said ,"Show off"

They both turned to me and I quickly turned around facing my back to them and grabbed the jar walking out of there. I think I heard the guy apologize and whisper - yell to me to not dare ghost him. I wasn't interested in whatever he had to say plus I thought I was giving him time to ask the girl's number or something because severally I failed to get the hint people needed that when I was with my friends and boy, is it embarrassing! Face palm.

So my abandoned trolley was still there, I placed the jar inside and walked off glancing over my shoulder to see the guy following with a trolley of his own.

There was no queue at the cashier so I matched up to a counter andpushed the trolley towards the cashier. He gave me a weird look and took the jar out and I got money from my bag to pay for the nutella. The cashier was staring hard at me and I looked around just to see the guy from earlier behind me. I bit my tongue to stop me from asking the cashier if he knew me from a list of his long lost relatives...

"You gonna pay up or what? " The guy behind me whispered in my ear .

And it's then it dawned on me I just held my money in my hand. And I was embarrassed again for the millionth time just today and it was not yet lunch hour! So I paid and got my change then hurried outside but I can almost swear I had the guys chuckle.

Once outside I took my phone out and my first stop was the WhatsApp messenger. I found I only had four chats and three were group chats, the one was my brother's. I sighed. People don't miss me! Like hello, I can't reply to zero chats all at once! And don't you think I am antisocial or anything because I talk a lot once I am acquainted with someone but for some reason they just rarely text me. I huffed .Took a deep breath and said to self, "Relax Iris. "

"Iris, cool name! "

I jumped in fright not expecting someone to talk to me and that close too since this guy was a few inches behind me. So I did a something I do ,just out of reflex I promise . I hit him on his biceps. Hard!

"Ow! "He glared at me dark eyes becoming impossibly darker , "Now what was that for? "

"Don't scare me like so ever again! " I said on top of my lungs and I almost pinched myself like, 'go easy with the energy there, woman!' and I would like to say I am never like that but that would be a lie and let's not forget I had already raised my foot ready to stomp and he was staring at it. So I awkwardly put it down.

"Cool supra. "He says nodding in approval his dark hair bouncing slightly and falling into his eyes that he leaves there.

"Can we go already?! And you owe me some money for the nutella " I muttered getting impatient.

"Wow, you won't ask if you are getting kidnapped or something? " He sounded amused eyeing me curiously like I'm some painting in a gallery.

"Which one is it? " Ignoring him I turned around surveying cars in the parking lot and I saw lights flickering from a red Maserati GranCabrio as soon as my eyes landed on it. I looked at it then back to the guy holding it's keys and my jaw dropped. Sure he looked like he was loaded but I didn't imagine that much. Myself I have no car. No bike.  No nothing.