Chapter three - Bruce
Hot - hot - pain - pain. These are the two sensations that my brain is currently getting from my body. I am in agony. My temper flares and I scream at the woman who bumped into me.
“AAAAARGH” “WHAT DID YOU DO!!” She is looking at me with the greatest expression of shock I have ever seen.
“I…” She stumbles. I try to pull my pants forwards so my scorched crotch has a little breathing room. I am furious. The nerve, and she is just standing there!
Her eyes shift sideways towards a paper plate that is lying upside down on the floor with a pastry underneath. “My cinnamon roll!” she exclaims.
“ CINNAMON ROLL,” I roar. I am so mad, this woman burned my jewels and she is worried about her cinnamon roll?!
At this point Rebecca is running towards us to see the damage and she hands me the towel that’s usually knotted at her belt. “Oh no Bruce”, she exclaims and then she turns towards the woman. “Are you ok?” I think I am about to explode. I can’t feel my balls anymore and Rebecca asks this walking disaster if she’s ok?
“Yes, I think I’m fine, I am so sorry everything is spilled all over.” And she gestures around here towards the puddle of .. I smell… ugh, caramel latte and the ruined pastry. Rebecca puts an arm around her shoulders “Come on darling, let’s get you seated. I’ll go get you a new coffee, I am afraid we’re out of cinnamon rolls.”
“Well, let’s just leave the burn victim to rot, shall we?” I scowl at the women. Rebecca looks at me and scowls right back. “I think you forgot your manners Bruce Wayne Johnston! First you run into this poor girl, then you ruin her lunch, and then you start yelling at her!”
“I did NOT” I half-yell. “SHE burnt my…. You know…” And I point towards my crotch. “She may have done permanent damage!”
Rebecca looks at me. “Well, at least you can’t pass on that terrible attitude of yours, then.” She turns her back to me and walks back to the counter.
This gives me time to look at the woman who grounded my groin. I don’t think I have seen her before. She has an enormous mass of black curls which she wears in a messy bun on top of her head. Big black glasses frame her almond eyes and she is short. She wears baggy trousers, the one with all the pockets. To top that off she wears some ridiculous batman shirt and there is no telling what she’s hiding underneath the hideous clothing. I have this inkling urge to find out, but I push that thought out of my brain like lightning. I do not want to know more about this mess of a person.
She is looking at me funny and then she pushes her glasses up and gives a little huff. “I’m sorry about your…. you know what,” she says.
“You’d better be,” I say, while I raise an eyebrow. “You should pay better attention to where you’re going. People could get hurt if you’re not looking at your surroundings. Oh wait.. they already did..” I turn to leave, because I hear the coffee machine in the background and that means that Rebecca clearly is not going to help me anymore then hand me the towel, and I need to get to the station.
