“Great. I needed this like I needed a hole in the head,” Jordan groaned. Although given her present situation, probably not the best choice of words.
“Hey Princess! Are you deaf?” the demanding voice growled. But she simple sat there unmoved and continued to drink her double caff venti macchiato – or whatever the mortal called it.
Her cell went off with an incoming text. It read: D kindly requests your presence back at home.
Of course she does. Jordan sighed and stood up to leave. Grabbing her coat, she began to walk towards the door.
“I’m sorry, but am I interrupting something?” the brute snapped again, impatiently.
The cell dinged again and Jordan groaned. She lifted the phone and read: Immediately if not sooner!
With a deafening bang and a loud scream from everyone else in the restaurant, Jordan saw her impatient cell shot to pieces out of her hand.