Seal the Deal

Crystal Russell

I sat peacefully on a table with four chairs in the restaurant we planned to meet in. A small cozy place where Mr. Russell would have less fear of being spotted. I was there a bit earlier than I had to be. The morning was fresh and the cloudy weather and cold breeze had me shivering. While I waited for the two men, I felt the need to go to the restroom. When I came back and was about to sit back on the table, a red-haired girl, who clearly didn't pay attention to her steps, bumped into me and emptied an entire glass of orange juice over my shirt.

"Hey! Watch where you are going, bitch!" She screeched, looking at me.

Wow. The audacity.

"Mind your language, lady. You sure it's me who should be watching my step?" I retorted back, glaring at her.

Instead of commenting back, she studied my face for a second. And as if some sort of realization hit her, her eyes widened and she scoffed, looking at me from head to toe.

"Wow! If this isn't the gold digger, the ultimate talk of