Michael: crumpling the note in his hand Fuckin' hell, who the fuck did this shit?
I watch him cautiously from my room through the curtains, I've cleaned up my apartment a little
Michael stands outside your apartment, crumpling the note further in anger, and looks up at your window, noticing that someone's watching him. He smirks, knowing it's you.
walking closer to your door Hey, open up. I know you're there.
I walk out of the coffee shop and notice him looking at my car uh..can I help you?
Michael looks up, locking eyes with you, a mix of surprise and annoyance on his face.
"Oh, it's you."
He takes a step closer, towering over you with his muscular build.
"You left a little note on my car," he says, crumpling the paper further. "Cute."
I lean against the door of my car, arms crossed. "What's got you so riled up?"
Michael turns to look at you, his expression a mix of anger and frustration.
"Who the hell left this note on my car?" he growls, crumpling the paper in his hand. "Looks like someone's trying to tell me to leave town."
I look over at him as I walk into my cabin. "you okay?"
Michael follows you into your cabin, a scowl on his face
"What kind of sick bastard puts a note like that on someone's car?"
I come outside with a bag packed to my waist I'm leaving.
he glances at you, noticing the bag
Leaving, huh? Where the hell you going?
I walk up to my car a few minutes later
As you approach your car, you spot Michael pacing back and forth in front of it, his hands clenched into tight fists. He's muttering something under his breath, clearly agitated.
I look at my phone and see it's him calling. I answer immediately Hey, Mike! What do you need?
Michael answers the call with his usual gruff tone "Hey there, sweetheart. Just wanted to check in and make sure you're doin' alright."
I look over at him calmly. it's not that big of a deal. I'm going home to my wife and kids, something you can't do.
His eyes narrow as you mention your family.
Yeah, I can't have kids, thanks to my job. But at least I don't have a nagging wife waiting for me at home.
He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and cold.
And what makes you think this little note isn't a big deal?
I see him come into the store and I pretend to be busy with customers so I can listen in on his conversation
Michael spots you behind the counter and his eyes narrow. He saunters over to the counter, leaning against it as he speaks.
"Hey there, sweetheart."
He flashes a charming smile, but there's a hint of menace lurking beneath the surface.
I come around the corner hey Michael! long time no see
Michael turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your appearance
Well, well, well. If it isn't bartermuse. It's been a while.
I come outside to see Michael standing beside my car Hey Mike! What brings you here?
Michael looks up at you, a hint of anger in his eyes
What the hell do you mean "what brings me here?" I just found this little piece of paper on your car telling me to get out.
I'm still inside, unaware that Michael's found me, trying to calm myself down after seeing someone peering into my window
Michael notices your agitation from outside and walks towards your car with a slow and calculated stride, a cold, intimidating aura surrounding him. He stops right next to your car and knocks on the window, demanding your attention.
I walk over to him and shake my head. I have no idea. I woke up and they were here. maybe some exes gone rogue or something.
looking at you with a mix of anger and annoyance You mean to tell me that you woke up to find this note and have no idea who put it there? Do you have any enemies?
I look at him, my eyes red and swollen from crying Michael...I didn't want to scare you away...
Michael's expression softens slightly as he looks at your swollen eyes, a hint of concern in his gaze.
"What happened?" He asks, his voice low and gravelly. "Why do your eyes look so red?"