Fanguella picked up the payphone and began to dial her own number, just as she has been doing everyday for a week now. It used to be more sporadic, but lately she has needed to do it more often. Fanguella lived alone. After listening to her own chipper girly voice, she would then whisper into the receiver after the beep, but just as her answering machine clicked on, the man behind her asked if she was going to be a while.
"Yes, it could take a long while. It is also a very personal and private discussion. I would appreciate it if you would look for another phone elsewhere." She said this coldly, disdainfully. She did not break a smile. In fact she rarely did. The man, obviously a Canadian born and raised, apologized effusively for interrupting her, and probably never even realized that it was in fact she who had been rude. With a start Fanguella, a little flustered, heard the beep.
"I've missed you." She quickly whispered into the phone. "It's as if I haven't seen you in a life time. All I can think of is that perfect round ass and that place I think about sucking every minute of every day that is just on the other side of it. It's been too long. Call me soon or you’re in trouble... Have you forgotten? 416 691-2410. " As she breathed out the last Ohhh in her own number, she hung up the phone and stood for a moment in indecision. Should she dial into her machine now or wait until she gets home to listen to it? Quickly she reached into her wine red satin purse for a quarter, spilling the change onto the floor in her rush. The apologetic man, apparently realizing a bit late that she had been rude and possibly a liar as well since she was already off the phone, rushed over and picked up the phone from her hand while she was scrambling for her change.
She looked up cold and expressionless, as though his behavior was not at all offensive and she was not at all affected by it. He did likewise, rubbing his nose, looking her in the eye for a moment extra, and he was about to look away when something caught his attention. Fanguella had the roundest lushest breasts he had ever seen. She was evidently braless in a tight kakhi shirt. Her breasts bounced around as she scurried for change. Her nipples began to peak through in response to his stare. He looked up at her face again, his cold mask from earlier was replaced by a look of surprise. She raised a brow at him. A thin arched black brow that matched her exaggeratingly long curling black lashes. She wore no makeup, and her hair was slightly mussed from the windy October day. It fell just past her chin in large loose curls that took some of the edge off of her mostly cold expressionless face. He wanted to put expression there. Fuck, he wanted to see her scream in a loss of that incredible control she held. He gave her a wolfish smile. She noticed perfect teeth and the softest sensual mouth she had ever seen on a man. A devil's goatee, dark blue eyes. Feeling flustered, yet with cold expression still intact she grabbed for the rest of her change, aware of his eyes on her. Oh, she was getting really pissed off now. She wanted him, her whole body felt hot and tight with a new energy. But there was no way she would let him get away with that rude stare and smile. As though she had invited him to look at her, as though he might have some chance with her. Even if he did, he didn't know that, and therefor, he had no business exposing his thoughts to her with such a blatant look. She knew how to put people like him in his place. With a quick zip of her change purse, she got up abruptly, and pressed the receiver down hanging up the phone for him.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" He started to say, but she cut him off, "Who the hell do you think you are that you can look at me as though you had half a chance at so much as licking the soles of my feet. You don't give a woman bedroom eyes, unless she has welcomed you into her bedroom." She grabbed the phone from him and started to dial. He made no attempt to stop her, instead he inquired,
"Just who is this lover that you leave such hot messages to every day at lunch in this restaurant?"
"So you've been following me. And listening in to my phone calls to my dear old granny. Why." He grinned at the granny comment then replied,
"I just moved around here and started coming here for lunch. I was coming out of the washroom about four days ago when I first accidentally overheard you on the phone. I'm here nearly every day for lunch, and after that first time that I had accidentally overheard you, I couldn't help but find that I had to go to the bathroom around the same time that you just happened to be going for the phone. When you gotta go you gotta go I guess! Today out of curiosity I decided to talk to you, see what you might be like." At this point they had both forgotten about the war over the phone. Fanguella gave him a disgusted look.
"Judging by your manners, I suppose that you are very used to rejection by now. Be seeing you."
"It's been a pleasure," he called after her sarcastically as she marched off.
"Real." She shot back.
She had already paid her bill and was home in less then a five-minute walk. She decided she would wait until the end of the day before she would listen to her message to herself. She might need it more then.