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"Brilliant bastard!"
She snatched the heels worn on her feet, tossing them onto the polished floors, with the sound of her voice blasting through the space..
An agitated form of Heather was found pacing around the room, while the figure of Lucy lingered behind, eyes examining the figure away, watching every rage she exhibited.
"Whatever happened to customer rights?" Her words poured out with intent.
"Since when did NYC start getting packed with morons"
"Okay calm down, you're making a fuss over nothing" lucy called.
"Over nothing?!"
That tone was laced with a hinge of anger, confusion and utter disgust.
"I just had my dignity stripped by some low-life rat. That tosser!" She spat.
"Come on, Heather. Don't you think you're being a little overboard here?"
"I mean you insulted him"
"Whose side are you on?!" She cried.
"Yours, of course!" Followed Lucy at once.
"It's just…..you kind of pushed him to provocation" She shrugged.
"I'm the victim here" Heather pronounced in a low voice.
"I paid for the service I sought, which I should receive every of its worth. As much as I know, I hold every right to throwing a fit"
"Okay, let's just forget about all that"
"I won't" She called at once, reaching for the bar to snatch a bottle of white wine.
"I swear, he'll regret it"
"Speaking of regrets..... Lucy drawled, lips pulling a frown "Did Logan finally have you wallowing?" She sneered.
"Come on, Lucy. At least when you speak of my boyfriend, accord him with just an ounce of respect. He deserves that"
"What he deserves, is having his balls shoved so far up his ass, so he could have a taste of what utter idiocy is"
"For the love of God, will you stop it?!" She called at once.
Her utterance had earned the undivided attention of Lucy, questioning eyes peering on at her.
"This isn't coming from you, Heather. Cause' it's either you don't mean it, or you're joking" Lucy scoffed, arms folded across her chest.
Her eyes remained fixed on the figure away, skimming through her profile, trying so hard to understand that expression which was accompanied with every word the lady emitted.
"Cut it off, Lucy"
Heather soon went on grabbing a glass off the counter, pouring in the Chauvignon she had snatched from the bar.
"How can one be so blinded by—whatever this is that has taken a hold of you—cause I know so well it can't be love"
"He's my boyfriend, Lucy"
"He cheats on you, Heather"
"Those are just your speculations" She sighed.
"I can't go confronting him all because you happened to run into him coming out the bathroom right after a lady"
"Can you hear yourself?"
"He was fastening his belt, what do you think they were doing in there? Hosting a conference"
"Lucy" Heather pronounced, staring her friend square in the eyes.
"Logan and I have been together for five years now"
"since I was fifteen!" She cried. "I can't just forget all those times, by switching up and cutting it all off"
"That's the thing, Heather. You're scared"
"You've grown so attached to this, you can't get yourself to reason"
"I don't think being attached to the one I love is a bad thing" Followed her voice.
"You don't love him Heather, and yes being attached to him is bad"
"I do love him, Lucy"
"Then why are you so afraid to speak to the one you love about things that bother you?"
"You barely share things with him, Heather. You're not even around each other, and whenever you are, it's rounds of fucking and getting knocked up. As long as I know, this is but a relationship of convenience"
Those words struck the lady so bad, she found herself numb, eyes only peering at the profile of her friend, who was ready to emit every word as harshly as she could.