Package Part 1

The white noise of conversation in a coffee shop washes over me as I wait. The damned contact is running late and there is only so long I can stand the chatter of people, I want to return to my home, that safespot where I feel that I belong. Out here among the people I feel more detached with each conversation about musicians and the weather. I would happily drive a knife into their ears for a second of quite.

Finally the reason I am here is dropped on the small table I have taken. Followed by the courier who has been making me wait, he looks like he has been through some trouble, but that is why I have paid him to do this for me. I don't like feeling unsafe in my interactions. Here I am safer then where he had to pick up the package. The courier places both hands on the table and looks at me, “There is an extra delivery charge for this one Mr. Smith.” The fake grin under her blue hair and eyes, is brittle only there so that she doesn't punch me and break my nose.

Taking a sip of my coffee I look over the rim of the cup and ask “Was the package damaged in anyway?” Brushing off he challenge to me, she isn't the first to have these difficulites and won't be the last. The package is all that is important to me. And my collections, this is the last one I have to worry about for a short while. Her hand close on my package and draws it towards her. “No the package is fine but I can't say the same for me, What is in box?”

Had she open the package, I quickly put down my cup and stared at the package. Brown paper was kind of dirty, but that was to be expected. The tape seems not to be tampered with. Seeing my interest the courier puts the package into her bag and puts that between her legs. Dear lord a group of bitches are talking about how drunk they got over the weekend and what they are going to do this coming up weekend. God damn it do they not realizes what treasure someone is withholding from me here?

Sweat drips from my neck down to the collar of my shirt. “Fine what do you want extra then?” I blurt out, my hands opening and close as if I had the package in my hands. I tug at my sleeve and slowly straighten my tie, I pulled out my money clip. The raised eyebrow, worries me. “What you wanted extra money right?” She shakes her head and looks me in the eye. “Boss, I want to see what is in the box.” I nearly fall out of my chair with this request. Crap she would have to come back home with me if this was to happen.