Mr Artist!!

The Incident...er...Accident.

A/n-(The words in bold italics are the message Miguel types.) Enjoy😄

Miguel Endrizzi

"Mig! You were so cool back there! I am shocked. The landlady was so moved. You did it, my baby! Mama is soo proud!" chirped Everett as we walked out of the cafe where the meeting with the proprietor of the gallery was held. She was a sweet lady, I don't even know why I didn't want to meet her.

"I did nothing. The lady was kind and generous herself and her behavior wad nothing like others." I showed him the typed message only for him to glare at me like I kicked his puppy.

"Sure you did nothing... That letter wasn't written by you and you surely weren't the one who gave it to her," said Ev crossing his arms over his chest making me chuckle at his antiques. He's such a kid at times. But what he said wasn't all false. I mean, I wrote the letter. I knew that my lingual disorder could ruin all of Everett's previous efforts to secure this deal, so I came up with an excellent plan to write a briefing about my condition and why I didn't want to meet her cause let's be true... no one would like to listen to me stutter and slur. And looks like my hopeless cliché plan worked. The owner was impressed. She is ready to transfer the deeds under my name as soon as possible.

"Ok. Enough bout it. Im goin bck. U 2 have some rest. We will meet tomorow." I messaged him and walked towards my car. Talking and meeting people can be tiring. Well, my achievement today deserves a treat! Let's look for a coffee shop... it should be around somewhere here as far as remember.

Walking into the shop, the smell of freshly grounded coffee hit me so hard that it made me salivate. Oh, my dear caffeine! Here I come.

After finally ordering my food, I took a seat on a table by the window, waiting for my order to finish up with an annoyed look on my face. I mean why can't people just mind their own business. Why I do not speak or refuse to speak should not be their business! Can't they just read the damn order and do their shit?!

"Order up for Mr. Endrizzi!"

Okay. Maybe they are not so bad. My food here I come! Picking up my order I rushed towards the door only to be met with a hard wall. Wait. There wasn't a wall here before. And the booming voice above my head proved it.

"Maledizione! "

The big muscular wall, I mean guy took a step back, looked down at his suit, and then glared at me. My favorite pumpkin spice latte and coffee cheesecake were now smudged on his suit. I opened my mouth to apologize but nothing came out. Oh, stupid mouth can't you work at the right time for once! I quickly took out my phone to type my apology but it was snatched away from me even before I could switch it on. Shock and fear coursed through my veins when I saw it being thrown across the store. Looking up I found the big muscular guy smirking down at me.

"I hate when people use their phone while I'm talking to them. Now let's talk about my suit!"

"Do you even know how expensive this thing is?! I bet you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell your damn self!" He shouted stabbing his finger at my chest repeatedly. Can't someone come to my rescue? Not even that inquisitive shop employee? Some kind people they are! I tried to step away from the guy since evasion of personal space is something that may affect me drastically. I gasped in horror when his hand shot my way and pulled me closer, grabbing hold of my hand. He kept on talking about how I ruined his day and his suit, how I should at least apologies, how much of a bitch I was to not even apologize for my mistake but all of this didn't matter to me. The apology didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was to get away from this guy. I fidgeted and twisted my wrist to get it out of his hold while my eyes frantically searched for a way to get out of here. My breaths came out in pants. I knew I needed to get out of here. And since drastic times call for drastic measures, I kicked him in the nuts and dashed to the door. Getting into my car, I pulled it out of its parking spot and raced back to my hotel not minding that I hit someone's car in the process.

The incident at the coffee shop reminded me of something I tried so hard to forget. Why are people so cruel? The scary suit guy could go fuck himself! The car guy too! Maybe coming here was a mistake... Or maybe all of it is just one more of an accident I need to forget...

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