I finally made my way up to the cashier and awkwardly place my items on the counter still shaken up by the baby killing pills when it occurred to me that the guy at the registered had been eyeing me this whole time.

He looked young, no older than a highschool senior I supposed and he looked as if he would rather be anywhere else than here.

Although I don\'t blame him for looking, for I was wearing a typical thief\'s outfit, I still felt weirded out and shy.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and silently prayed as he scanned my cheese and crackers, hoping that it wouldn\'t be over $20 and let out a breath of relief when he finally told me how much, "that will be $8.50 miss."

I dipped into my purse and reluctantly gave him one of my last $10 bills holding on for dear and he tried to wedge the note from my fingers.

I sighed and gave up when he gave me a death stare pouting and folding my arms and he took his sweet time ringing up my bill.

I was getting impatient at how slow he was moving with my food and was getting hungry by this point.

He moved at snail\'s place to put two, just two items in a bag, my cheese and crackers, and even longer to give me my change.

I was beyond annoyed when he finally decided to give me my food so I ripped both it and my change from his miserable hands which caused him to snap at me.

"Hey lady what\'s your problem!?" he shouted at me causing a few other customers to look on in my direction.

I scoffed after looking around, folding my arms and tapping my foot impatiently, "you were here taking your jolly ol time placing just two items in a bag! I have other places to be so I don\'t have time for this and don\'t raise your voice at me."

He rolled his eyes as he folded his arms, "look lady you clearly have some problems and I am not the one. Why? Is the baby\'s daddy not around?"

I heard gasps from around the store and I scoffed once more unfolding my arms to stuff them in my pocket to hold my leg in place so that I didn\'t march up to him and punched him right in the face.

This kid obviously wasn\'t raised right and I was willing and available to teach him a lesson.

"Listen kid" I said slowly willing myself to not do something rash that will end me in trouble again, "mind your business and do your job. Stay out of grown folks business and do your job. My baby has a father and if you are curious as to who it is, ask your dad. Your getting a younger sibling sweetie."

He was red with anger in the face at the mention of his dad and an evil smile made its way across my lips at the victory of making him mad.

I turned on my heel with my hands still in my pockets as I didn\'t trust myself when loudly and proudly yelled a slur at me, "jokes on your little Miss pregnant lady because my dad isn\'t around and even if he was he would never stoop so low to have sex with a monkey like you."

I stopped dead in my tracks upon his words falling on my ear confused on whether he just said that or not.

I slowly turned around to once more face him tilting my head to the side and raised an eyebrow to ask him, "what did you say?"

He smirked in triumph as if he has won anything but a free ticket to smackdown repeating what he said as I slowly made my way back up to the counter staring up at him giving him a chance to take back what he had just said or to just simply apologized but he did neither so I did what I had to do.

"I said that my father would never date a black monkey just like you." he said as he lowered his head to my level so that we saw eye to eye.

I took the time to admire his face, a blank canvas for the artwork in which I was about to create.

Both my arms and legs were bubbling with inspiration, ideas flowing of all the possible things that I could do to his face.

He was smirking like the asshole that he was in face for far two long now that he was just begging for it.

I moved my face closer to his, our nose touching and his eyes fell on my lips.

We stayed there for a while as people watched and chatter and tilted my head to the side, opening my mouth initiating a kiss.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head and I took this opportunity to teach him a valuable lesson.

"You were quick to call me a racial slur, but you were even more quick to kiss me. Tell me son, where do your morals lie?"

I had to fight with every fiber within no to punch him in the face as hard as I could because their were people watching so I just gently backed away turned my back to him.

"Don\'t play hard to get doll. You\'re probably easy anyway. I could have your black ass if I wanted to."

Okay.

That\'s it.

I, with a speed that only could be compared to lightning, turned to face him channeling all my anger and frustration in to my balled up fist punching him with everything I got in the nose and smiled when I heard the sound of a satisfies crunch.

He stumbled backwards knocking this off the shelf behind him as he fell to the crowd while holding his bleeding nose.

I placed both hands on the counter as I peered down on him from above as he groaned and wailed cradling his broken nose.

I felt generous today today and decided to went over to the frozen food section to grab him something to help him with the pain and grabbed some a pack of tissue to wipe the blood up.

"Are you crazy?!" he yelled as I handed him a pack of peas, "you broke my fucking nose! Somebody call the cops."

I turned around to look everybody dead in the eye, daring them pick up their phone and they all avoided eye contact and minded their business.

Smart people.

"Now the time you think calling me or anyone for that matter a racial slur remember this moment right here for I am not afraid to punch you again. Well then I\'ll be off." I said as I took a lollipop from the counter as compensation for my troubles.

I stepped out of the store and my tummy began to grumble so I sat on the curb and ate my breakfast.

It was not quite filing but at least I had something to eat.

I had punched that sucker so hard yesterday and punched this one so hard today that my hand could not take anymore.

I don\'t know why guys feel the need to be such jerks but I am always happy to put them in their place.

I change my mind, I don\'t want a son but if I do, he wont end up like these jerks.

I sighed as I got up off the curb brushing off my butt then headed home taking the back pathway this time.

The sweet aroma of bread and pastry hit my nose as I walked down the alley and I couldn\'t stop myself from going over there.

I entered the small homey café and looked around at the pastry displayed in the glass window.

They all looked so good but I was only working with $10 so I just settled for a blueberry muffin and chocolate croissant.

I am not usually a fan of chocolate but  I had a craving for this dessert the moment that I saw.

It was worth my last $10 dollars for it really hit the spot that my sweet tooth had created.

I was sitting at a window seat when I heard a group of people noisily entered the café and my heart skipped a beat.

Among the group of young adults was no other than the man himself, Shiwoo who had a woman attached to his arm, Harin.

I quickly hid my face behind my hood as they walked by not even recognizing.

I felt the pace of my heart picked up as she leaned into him, placing a kiss on his cheek and he let her.

I had to remind myself how to breathe for all of my respiratory seemed to have been failing at this moment.

Who am I kidding?

What was I expecting that he would actually care about me?

I felt sick to my stomach and felt my cheese and crackers churning in my stomach and I couldn\'t hold it in anymore.

I ran to the bathroom bumping into a chair gaining attention as I placed my hand over my mouth to stop myself from throwing up.

This was definitely not my day and I am going to cry about it later but for now I will just focus on getting this puke to the toilet and how to discreetly slip away without causing any more commotion.