Snippet #1537079

Kris sat at the counter of the Three Brothers diner on 82nd, her glasses on and a white napkin with scribbled words sat in front of her. Her legs were crossed, covered with ripped but skin-tight Hollister light jeans. She was wearing a black tank top, and her hair fell like a wavering sheet of paper, straight but rolling. She was biting a plastic pen between her straight white teeth, staring down at the napkin as she tried to think of another rhyme. She wasn't sure if it was a song or a poem. Either way, so far, it was genius. She looked up as the waiter set down her cup of coffee, and she silently thanked her before taking a sip of the mocha deliciousness. The smell filled her nose, and it was almost like brilliance came with it. She smiled and urgently wrote down another 8 lines of rhymes, before stopping again and thinking.

The diner was practically silent, except for a person that was sitting two seats down from her, trying to flirt. She completely ignored him, not even acknowledging his presence. She could tell by the way he talked even, that he was having an extreme hangover and was a sleaze. She dug in her pocket for her usual Lucky Strike cigarette, sticking the paper between her lips, taking out her grafitti-based lighter, and sparking it twice until it caught on her cigarette. She took a long drag, before folding the napkin and sticking it in the back pocket. She dug in the same pocket for her phone, and took it out, sending a joint text to Candice, Stacy, and Nick, asking them to come join her.

The diner bell dinged behind her, but she didn't look up. She pulled the cigarette out of her lips, and took a whiff of the air. She knew that smell anywhere. That sexy dirty smell that was not identified on anyone other than the famous Chris. The guy of her name, the one who would actually be a looker if he wasn't so straight forward. She heard the scuff of his shoes coming up behind her, and she wished she had her hair up so he wouldn't be able to identify her so quickly. Kris wasn't the only girl around with straight black hair, but she was one of the few. But Kris' hair was different, in a way that you could tell it was her if she was just walking through the park. Nick called it, 'The Kris Sparkle'.

"Krissssss." She heard Chris' voice right up against her ear. A smile spread across her lips as she took another long drag from her cigarette, still not looking up or back at him. She pulled the cigarette out from her lips, holding it between her index and middle, blowing out a straight rod of smoke before her.

"Can I help you? No. All you want is some ass, which you sadly won't get from me anytime soon. Keep trying though. Maybe one day you'll catch me high enough to rape me." She said, squashing her cigarette in the ash tray on the counter, standing up, pushing past him, and moving outside. She stood just outside the diner, just in case Candy, Stacy, or Nick were actually coming to meet here there.