Eye to Eye for the first time - Scorpion Short Story

Sunday morning. About to be 9am.

The shine from the sun illuminates the small caff in which Jennifer sits. Tall and with amber skin, she pushes her long, black hair from her face with her right hand and tucks it behind her ear. Now her beautiful round, doe eyes can be seen. She takes a sip of her coffee and pretends to look over the menu. She’s not hungry. She’s waiting.

In walks an older gentleman wearing a dark jacket. He brings with him a somber presence. He takes a sit at the counter of the café and softly orders. He turns around to see who else happens to be in the café, besides the staff.

A father with his two children.

A young lady.

Two men sitting side by side.

Another woman crying over the phone.

And a homeless man who passed out on the counter few seats away from where he is.

The gentleman turns back around as the waitress serves him a cup of coffee. He thanks her as she walks away.

Jennifer notices as the man swung his head around and observed everyone in the café. The old man was probably paranoid. The waitress comes to her and ask if she’s ready to order and all she orders is a slice of cherry pie.

The lady who is crying gets up frantically and runs to the restroom. Jennifer uses this to her advantage.

The father of two pays for the meals and makes his way to the restroom as his kids walk back to their car. The gentleman at the counter notices nothing as he reads the paper brought to him by the waitress.

Jennifer makes her way to the ladies’ room as well but makes a detour and walks in right behind the father.

Quickly, he turns around with a blade in his hand.

Jennifer just smiles.

“So, it’s you?” he asked.

“Who else would they send?” Jennifer replied.

“You know better than this. They’ll come after you, too,” the father said.

“And we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. If it were up to me,” she said as she pulled out a gun with a silencer, “I would have let you die in peace,” she cocked it back,” but I’m not in charge.”

She pulled the trigger. The father lunged forward, and the bullet hit him in the shoulder.

He fell to the floor in silent agony.

“You know how it goes. Once inside, the poison spreads to every major nerve and vein in the body and slowly paralyzes you, leaving you without basic functions. You’ll die in a matter of minutes,” Jennifer said,” The bullet will then dissolve in your body, leaving no trace. You should know,”

The father trembled on the stained tiles of the small restroom. His veins were now becoming even more so visible as they began to turn a dark hue. He held his screams from the world as he watched her walk away.

Jennifer walked out of the restroom and back out the café area as she locked eyes with the gentleman at the counter. She walked towards him and flashed him a smile.

“I still got it,” the gentleman chuckled as Jennifer strolled out the door.