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Let’s Get Out of This Town
Friday, January 13th
· Nualla ·
As Nikki and I walked down the street from the coffee shop it had started to rain, making the ground on Powell Street slick. We had nearly finished walking down the steepest part when I slipped. Instinctually my lightning-fast reflexes kicked in and I landed in a comfortable crouch not a drop of coffee spilled. I looked around without moving my head. Dozens of people were flat out gawking at me.
Great, just great.
A guy just behind us, pizza in hand, spoke first. “Jesus girl, are you a gymnast or something?”
Nikki grabbed my arm pulling me to my feet and flashed a radiant smile at the guy. I could feel her influence hit him like a Mack truck. “No, she’s a martial arts champion.” The guy must have bought the story because he smiled and continued walking down the street.
“Martial arts champion?” I said, questioningly.
“Your boobs are way too big for you to be a gymnast. Martial Arts was the only thing I could think of,” she answered with a shrug.
“Right,” I said rolling my eyes.
I looked around, everyone else on the busy street had continued on their way paying us no mind; everyone except one. Patrick, who had apparently been walking down the street behind us. I would have thought he was following us if it wasn’t for the fact that the mall was at the end of the street.
“Oh frak, he totally saw that.” I said, turning back around quickly.
“Who?” Nikki asked, looking around.
“Patrick.”
Nikki looked over my shoulder completely failing at nonchalant. “Yeah, most likely.”