His Light

The Man in the Uber

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"Stop it." I ordered for the third time.

 Owen was stirring his coffee loudly, again. The pale blueish paint of the porcelain mug in front of him is probably damaged forever. The noises echoed on the silent booth for continuous minutes and I , at last , grunted in frustration. He , though , stupidly kept ignoring me so snatching his spoon is what I did. My hand reached for his making him freeze. His eyes shot to meet mine and their emerald color and deep gaze made a shiver run through my system. A questioning look took over his features and I , surely and once again, blushed blaming myself for such a stupid move. Letting go of his much bigger hand, I looked away wishing for the intensity of his gaze to wash away.

"I am so sorry. I tried to tell you that the sound of the stirring got on my nerves." I apologized rapidly as I collected my thoughts and disregarded the feeling of warmth that reigned on me.

"You couldn't have missed the flirty manners of Drew." Owen , out of nowhere , babbled shocking me. 

"He flirted. so what?" I asked amazed and his eyes intensified in glare.

"So you did notice." He echoed once again.

"I did." I pointed remembering also the kiss on my hand. 

"Whatever."Owen replied shortly and placed his spoon aside.

"Why are you bringing it up? He was flirty, so what? It is not the end of the world. That mug did not do you any wrong too." I questioned taken aback by Owen's visible anger.

"He is a player. His behavior is not accepted as a worker of mine. If I did not love his parents I would have had a word with him. I cannot have people , here,  being treated like so. This is also my place so everything in it is mine. I can do whatever to such mug." He cleared out

"Okay Mr.Riches " I sarcastically spoke as he spoke highly of himself and a loud grumble was my only answer. 

"Meals with you cannot be a success." I uttered remembering when I brought him the ravioli and the time both our groups went for dinner.

"So I am the only problem?" He said in clear annoyance.

" Am I the one getting angered, assaulting a mug and butchering some pancakes?" I described and so suddenly the right corner of his lips lifted a bit in a small smile but he covered it fast. 

"Sorry." That word once again escaped Owen's lips and I ended up nodding in acceptance.How is this becoming our routine, I don't even know! How am I achieving a routine with such guy is the most important question.

Silence yet again fell on us. This time though, it was peaceful tranquility. I started to sip my coffee as a song I loved played loud. Demi Lovato's tone reached my ears making me smile big. That girl is such an inspiration and her now hit song solo is clearly my song of the summer. Forgetting the existence of Owen, I started to sing the words a bit until I heard a low chuckle. 

"Sorry" it was my turn now to mumble it lowly in clear shyness and Owen just nodded at me with a clear smile.

The rest of our brunch was nothing but small conversations about our tastes in music. Finding a point of similarity , our love for Jazz, we both exhausted such topic by talking nearly about most of the famous Jazz singers; Louis Armstrong, Johnny Hartman, Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald. After so, Owen said that brunch is on the shop but I refused. Such action lead to an argument and me calling him "bossy". He , then , ended up glaring at me and leaving me behind to follow his strides. 

Stupid, stupid man!

I reached the Uber promising not to pay Owen any attention. All went to plan, as he also did ignore me that until his phone ringed and I heard him saying "Briana". My eyes shifted from following the people on the other end of the street to see him looking at me. Clear anger was vivid in his features. I froze under his harsh gaze and feared what was coming. I did nothing wrong so why is he eyeing me like I just killed his puppy? Does he even own a puppy?