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Jim took another heavy drag of his cigarette, staring intensely at the park’s entrance where he saw the pixie lady run into and then stared at his clock.  He frowned.  She’d been there awhile now.

Jim flicked the bud into the ground and sighed, leaning against the tree only to straighten up when he saw the woman quickly walking through the entrance, stopping every so often to look behind her.  

Jim watched her for a second.  She looked a little nervous and three shades of unhappy.  And scared.  Probably had something to do with losing her job.  Jim knew he would be pretty miserable if he lost his job and in this economy jobs were hard to come by.  

He waited until she got a little closer before he started walking up to her, reaching into his jacket.  She paused when she saw him, slightly backing away from him, her eyes narrowing and looking directly at the hand in his pocket.  

Yeah nice move dipshit.  Reach into your pocket like a mugger.  That’ll put her at ease, Jim thought to himself and smiled sheepishly at her.  She didn’t smile back.  Of course she wouldn’t because what woman in her right mind would smile back at man who looked like he was just about to mug her?

“Hey um...hi,” Jim stuttered and mentally punched himself in the face.

The woman nodded to him stiffly.

“Hello,” she said coldly and started to move again only to stop and really look at him.  Her narrowed eyes widened a bit.

“Say weren’t you that fellow at Andrew’s bar?”  She asked, her voice becoming softer, a tiny smile coming on her face.  

Jim nodded eagerly as he looked her up and down, admiring her sweet how cute she looked with a smile.  Real cute as a matter of fact.

The woman giggled, putting her hands on her hips.  “I do believe I snarled at you like some kind of animal.  I’m sorry and believe me if I knew I was gonna bump into you again I wouldn’t have...well I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty mad and I might have done it anyway.”   

Jim laughed, feeling more confident with himself.  She had a pretty voice too.  Definitely a singer.  

“That’s alright miss.  I caught you at a bad time, but getting snappy is something we’re all entitled to every once in awhile.”

The woman’s smile faded as she turned back towards the entrance of the park.  Her mouth curled into a sour scowl.  Okay, now she looked ugly.  She really didn’t need to make that face ever again.

“Being an ass is an entitlement some people like to abuse.”