A seventeen year old, fiercely beautiful and pierced girl picked up her bag and took one last look at herself in the mirror next to the door with her hand on the handle. She turned this way and that, checking every angle. She couldn't leave the house if she didn't look presentable.

"Don't forget my beer!" She heard a gruff yell come from the living room and rolled her eyes, sighing heavily.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" She yelled back.

He laughed, even it sounded slurred, along with his words, "You get your pretty behind down to the supermarket and get me another six-pack and I'll reward ya!"

"I think I'd rather let some crazy asshole chop me up and have me as sushi on Purge day," Bianca Singh muttered and yanked the door open and slammed it shut before he could say anything else. Man, was she glad to be away from him.

Uncle Marvin, Bianca's deceased father's brother. Always drunk, never knows when enough is enough. Sure, she drank and smoked, but at least she knew when she was on the brink of passing out, unlike him.

Bianca walked down the street and around the corner to the coffee shop that sits on the corner. A popular place that always had good business. Just how she liked it.

She walked in and surveyed the shop. Almost immediately, her eyes locked on a target, sitting alone at a table labelled with the number 8. Long black hair tied into a bun, tanned skin, a minimal amount of stubble and a sharp jawline, hot. He obviously went to the gym regularly as his arms were ripped. He was reading a book and drinking coffee.

'Not for long,' thought Bianca.

She walked over to the table next to him, labelled 7 and sat down.
"Lovely morning, isn't it?" She said to gain his attention.

Which it did, of course.

He looked up at the sound of her sultry voice and immediately looked her up and down.
"Yeah, sure is," he replied with a slight smile. His eyes, Bianca could see, were not looking at her face but were flickering between it and her tight black crop top.

"Is that good?"
He looked momentarily confused before realising she was gesturing to his book.

"Oh, yeah, it's one of my favourites," he said.
"Must be a good recommendation. What's it called?"
As she spoke, she tilted her head just slightly to reveal her neck which made him squirm just the slightest.
"Uh," He checked the front of the book, "Hell's Angels."
"Oh, that sounds interesting. May I ask what chapter you're up to?" She slid along the bench closer to him and peaked over his shoulder to see the page. Her bust was just touching his arm and he crossed his legs as if hiding something.

Bianca smirked as a waitress came over to her table so she slid back as the waitress handed her a menu.
"Wow, can I just say, I love your skirt," She said.
"Oh, thanks," Bianca replied and the waitress walked away as she looked down at the menu.

She looked at it for a couple of minutes, all the while watching the boy next to her out of the corner of her eye. Measuring how much coffee he had left so that he wouldn't leave without her noticing.

He seemed to be doing the same to Bianca. Every now and again his eyes would fix on certain parts of her body, sometimes her legs, sometimes her face, sometimes her chest and sometimes her ass.

Which was good. She had his attention.

She put the menu back down when he had maybe half a cup of coffee left and began to dig around in her bag. She found what she wanted, her purse. But he didn't need to know that.

Bianca gasped and slammed her bag back down in her lap.
"Shit," she muttered which caught the boy's attention again.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I forgot my purse. I won't be able to buy my coffee!"
She put a distraught look on her face and he immediately looked sorry for her.
She sighed again and picked up her bag.
"I guess I'll have to go home and get it," she said in a sad tone.

As she got up, she purposely brushed her skirt up her leg, revealing more of her thigh than what was already showing.

Which set him off.

"Wait! I can buy it for you!" he all but leapt out of his seat.
Bianca turned, feigning surprise, "What?"
"I'll pay, it's on me."
"No, you don't need to do that for me!" She protested.
"Please," he pulled out his wallet, "Anything for gorgeous girl like you." He winked and walked up to the counter to buy her coffee.

Bianca smirked to herself, 'I love being me," she thought.