angry avoidance

“Incompetent newspaper boy...Man...Whatever! He’s certainly too old to be having a job like this. And he still can't keep the newspaper out of my flowers. Aargh!”
Carrie picked up her newspaper, glaring at the back of Seth McArthur as he walked over to the next house to repeat the same process.
“And don’t think I’m not going to report you behavior to your boss! I want a different person delivering my newspaper from now on!” she yelled. Carrie slammed the front door and went into her kitchen to eat her breakfast of a toaster pastry as she went over yesterday’s news.
«Beautifying Lower Winchester? What the hell for? Probably only because the mayoral house is there. The Cottage District needs love too ya know!»
Carrie knew she was over-reacting. She had been angry at everyone lately. Not that Carrie was generally a happy person but snapping at the paper...man and yelling down the street an angry fishwife was a bit much. She really needed to de-stress.
She could imagine could imagine it now, He would be just finished making her favorite breakfast, cheese omelettes with some mushrooms and peppers and would be walking over to her quaint breakfast booth in the nothing but an old pair of pyjama pants with his university logo printed on the leg and a tea cloth draped over his left shoulder. She watched his barefeet walk across the linoleum tile as he approached her, gently placing her omelette in front of her with a smile and cleaning the plate edge with the tea cloth. She would look up at him and smile, admiring his beautiful brown eyes and red hair and hands wonderful hands as his fingers curled around hers. “You better enjoy your breakfast,” he would murmer. “Cause the only way you’d get me to make you a meal is in your dreams.”
Carrie snapped out of her dreamlike state and looked down at her toaster pastry in disgust.
“Who am I kidding? All I really want to have is an omelette.” Carrie carried the offensive plate to the garbage. “And Alvin to serve it to me.”


Business was slow in the early afternoon. No one really felt the need to buy a desk or dinner table at 1:30 in the afternoon. Carrie leaned back on the counter with the cash register, looking at the people walking by; some on their way out for coffee, some heading to the salon, some heading to the wedding dress shop nearby.
Carrie sighed. She knew one of the reasons customers were not in the store was because of her attitude. It didn't take much convincing for her to realize that one of the only reasons she had customers was due to no one else selling her products.
«What would I give for some entertainment»
This time it was a blue oxford button up shirt and dark blue jeans. She was powerless to stop him as he picked her up and placed her on the counter. She admired his physical strength. She was far from a small woman. And yet in his hands, she seemed as a light as a feather.
He spread her thighs and stood between them. One hand gently touched her cheeks as he pulled her head towards his. Carrie’s lips parted adn her eyes slowly closed.
Carrie’s day dream was rudely interrupted by the man starring in her fantasies; except the real thing was far too argumentative and talked entirely too much.
“Why are you here?” she asked angrily, knowing she was blushing and cursing her pale skin. The look he gave her was heated and that grin irritated beyond belief.
“What kind of crack-pot customer service is that?” He propped himself on the counter from her fantasy. Carrie scowled at him.
“Are you actually here to purchase something? No? I didn’t think so. Besides, how many desks and dinner tables does one person really need.” Carrie started to feel some of her nervousness going away. She could argue with him any day of the week, for hours on end. She suspected he enjoyed their almost daily tete-a-tetes. She took a bold step forward, invading his personal space. “Why are you here?” She didn’t know where the huskiness in her voice came from. She stared up at him, arms crossed across her chest, eyes blazing in defiance. “Why do you feel the need to invade my personal space?”
She saw his gaze drop to her lips as she licked them nervously. His lips looked like they were getting closer. Her heartbeat was erratic.
The bell over the door jingled and out of the corner of her eye, Carrie saw two customers come in.
She backed away and then around him, putting on a smile.
“How may I help you?” she asked brightly as she could manage.