Foundations of Fiction: Character Action
March 26, 2022 by fridtha Leave a Comment
“Christ woman, are you effing BLIND?!” The man screamed at her, “Read the damn cup, plain as day, Says ‘ROGER’, ‘RO_UH_GERRRR,’ I don’t think your name is Roger sweetheart.”
Taken aback by the vehemence of the man’s words, it took her a moment to process what he said. In that time, he had snatched the cup out of her hands and turned to walk away, mumbling about ditzy blind chicks.
“HEY, JACKASS!!” The words surprised her, less to do with the shocking volume, and mainly because they came out of her own mouth. An anger, that both scared and liberated her, suffused her body as she stalked over to said jackass who had, surprise surprise, actually stopped and turned to look at her.
Her eyes, slit to dangerous daggers, bored into a man who was suddenly unsure of his personal safety.
“IF! Your mother had taught you any manners, you would have asked politely before taking that from me, and found out that, no, my name is NOT Ro,uh,ger, but it IS the name of my coworker. AND! Since I was in line before you, I’m reasonably certain THAT coffee belongs to me! So, if you don’t want to be wearing THAT coffee, you will hand it back to me. Carefully!”
The man’s heart dropped off a thousand-foot cliff as the impossible happened in real time. He had just actually fallen in love with this gorgeous little force of nature.
Staring after as the door closed behind her, “Well damn, what do I do with that now?”