"Good work, ya'll!", Andy shouted with his heavy accent and smiled at us. Everyone nodded and some started to laugh and talk. I just wanted to leave, so I turned around.

"Hey, man. Saw you and yer lady today. Did you hit her up?" Andy was suddenly walking next to me, paying extra attention to not touch me, while wobbling with his eyebrows. I knew he considered me a friend, however I could not figure out why. I never met him in private nor told him anything about my private life. His long, black hair was hold together by a hair tie and his green eyes reflected the light of the lamps above us.

"No. I didn't. I don't like her. And I don't know her. Also, she's a costumer.", I repeated what I told her and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What, really? Oh, darn. I really thought there would be some action for ya. But don't ya worry, I'll bet she'll come back." He smiled at me and continued wobbling with his eyebrows. I sighed. He just didn't get me.

"Andy, I don't like her." He looked at me as if he tried solving a math problem. I've known him since high school, so I know his facial expressions.

"Ohh." He scratched his head, visibly confused. Then he smirked again. "Stop kiddin', man. I see whatcher doin'. But don't ya worry, I ain't gonna steal ya lady."

I shook my head. Usually he would understand only, if I told him everything I said in a simple sentence just like I did now. I was a bit irritated. "No, really, Andy, I don't like her."

"Then tell me, who's that?" He pointed at my car, it was very old and rusty. On the front protect sat the woman in the pink dress. She had crossed her legs and was refreshing her make- up. I felt my stomache hurt again. What was she doing there? And more important: how did she know it was my car?

I felt how my blood started to boil and how I got angrier and angrier. "I'll talk to you later, Andy."

Andy winked at me and started smirking even brighter than before. "I'll leave ya two alone. Get her, James!" I ignored him and started walking slowly towards my car, trying to controll the anger boiling inside of me. I've never felt so angry before.

It seemed as if she heard me coming, because she looked up, put her stuff fast into her tiny purse and then smiled at me twisting her brown hair around her finger.

As I reached her, I stopped directly in front of her. She bended forward and showed me more of her breast then I could see anyway. "Hey." Her voice was rough as though she hadn't talked at all since I saw her last. I tried to control myself, which has never once before been a problem, but I failed. My voice went down and I growled: "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here."

It was less of a question than a statement however she answered me purring. "I missed you. Let's go somewhere and do something fun." I distanced myself a bit from her. First, I couldn't stand physicall contact at all, second, it was easier for me to keep calm that way.

"No. I've already told you that: I don't want to have anything to do with you. Now leave me alone." I spoke harshly and watched her with caution. She just smirked. "I love it when men play hard to get." Slowly she raised and came closer to me. I began to go backwards even though my anger was making me feel hot, blinded and wanting to scream at her.
I tried to control myself but the next second, the moment she awkwardly reached out to me and put her hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her, it was this exact moment that I lost it.

Never before have I felt this way. It was easy, so easy, there was no real sound, no hesitation, just the unknown feeling of hate and anger burning me from the inside as I pushed her away from me. I pushed hard.
And she tumbled on her high heels, tried to balance but failed to and fell.
It was as if time slowed down. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth formed the letter 'o'. And then her head cracked open at the curbside.

Well, fuck.