With the stealth of a shadow stalking ninja, I crept up behind the man, but when I was close enough to smell the stink of stale beer on his breath, he turned toward me. He frowned and released the woman, raising his fist and gritted his teeth as I gritted mine. He hadn’t noticed the brick in my hand and at the last moment I lifted it up in front of me as a shield. His knuckles collided with the brick fracturing it in half.
The man let out a terrible groan and cradled his fist against his chest and winced with a sharp inward breath. “You’ll pay for that you little bastard,” he growled through clenched teeth. The man grunted like an animal, lowered his head and charged at me.
It was then that I did something very unlike me, I swung at him, completely forgetting that I still held the remnants of the brick in my fist. The chunk of brick smashed into pieces against his cheek and the man went down with thud, his rolls of blubber wobbled for a moment then went still.
For the first time I took a good look at the woman. She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties, with long dark hair that hung over her buxom chest that was close to erupting from her tiny top. A mini skirt barely covered her ivory legs and red stiletto boots covered her shins. Her bare flesh teased my eyes, I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help it.
“Thank you so much, I thought I would never get rid of that creep,” she said with the sweetest smile.
I looked at the still figure at my feet; I was both shocked and amazed at what I had done.
“It was nothing,” I stammered.
She held out her hand. “My name is Mia, what’s yours?”
I dropped the broken brick and dusted off my palm that was a little bloody. “I’m Caleb,” I said more confidently as I shook her cool firm hand. For a second her dark eyes stared into mine as if she were expecting to see something more in there.