Bitch. Refused to give up any useful info and then went and cut the line. Amber had only been stiff and cold til then, but the injury of having her place stolen boiled her feelings straight into anger. Amber openly glared at Shanelle's back, every muscle strained so tight it felt like they could snap at any moment. Had no idea which was stronger, the urge to tell her off or to spin her out of the line. So Eric didn't like sharing, big fucking hoo. Well, neither did Amber.
Another year, okay.
It took all of Amber's willpower not to knock the coffee out of her hands.
Somehow though, she restrained herself as Shanelle sauntered out with her big stupid cup of coffee and work out bag to keep herself in such lovely shape and summon all the men to her. "How nice," Amber commented to Eric, trying to keep her voice impersonal though she could've spit from fury. "You already have a date for later."
Part of her knew no wrong had really been done; maybe that was what really kept Amber's reaction toned down when she could be doing so much more, pulling Shanelle back and demanding answers and throwing out the most hurtful words she could imagine. A flash from the past, that was all Shanelle represented. But-- to have her right in front of her, concrete and breathing and so goddamn perky, Amber didn't know what to do with herself, this goading frustration and ire. She'd wanted so badly to know how Eric's past girls had been and this glimpse wasn't enough-- why hadn't it worked out? Why her? Did she and Amber fall into some type that made Eric hard and that was all there was to it? But what did they even have in common? There was no physical resemblance.
"Ma'am?" the barista asked politely, and only then did Amber realize it was their turn.
Blushing-- fuck and now she was embarrassed-- Amber ordered quickly. "A large latte with low-fat milk and a chicken salad sandwich." She'd considered the soup earlier, since so many people had ordered it, but now she needed something to sink her teeth into. Proudly she dug through her bag for her wallet-- this meal she'd pay for herself. Eric could take his hypocritically polite treatment of women and stuff it.
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Another year, okay.
It took all of Amber's willpower not to knock the coffee out of her hands.
Somehow though, she restrained herself as Shanelle sauntered out with her big stupid cup of coffee and work out bag to keep herself in such lovely shape and summon all the men to her. "How nice," Amber commented to Eric, trying to keep her voice impersonal though she could've spit from fury. "You already have a date for later."
Part of her knew no wrong had really been done; maybe that was what really kept Amber's reaction toned down when she could be doing so much more, pulling Shanelle back and demanding answers and throwing out the most hurtful words she could imagine. A flash from the past, that was all Shanelle represented. But-- to have her right in front of her, concrete and breathing and so goddamn perky, Amber didn't know what to do with herself, this goading frustration and ire. She'd wanted so badly to know how Eric's past girls had been and this glimpse wasn't enough-- why hadn't it worked out? Why her? Did she and Amber fall into some type that made Eric hard and that was all there was to it? But what did they even have in common? There was no physical resemblance.
"Ma'am?" the barista asked politely, and only then did Amber realize it was their turn.
Blushing-- fuck and now she was embarrassed-- Amber ordered quickly. "A large latte with low-fat milk and a chicken salad sandwich." She'd considered the soup earlier, since so many people had ordered it, but now she needed something to sink her teeth into. Proudly she dug through her bag for her wallet-- this meal she'd pay for herself. Eric could take his hypocritically polite treatment of women and stuff it.