Leaving - It's What You're Good at

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked.

“Long enough. Hello, Brad.” He said.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Brad shot at Ben.

“Well judging from the movies and popcorn I would say I came to spend some time with the pretty lady.”

“Well, the pretty lady is MY pretty lady and we’re going out for dinner,” Brad retorted.

“Oh contraire. I believe ‘your’ pretty lady just said she had absolutely no interest in going to dinner with you. By the way, beautiful flowers today. Or at least they looked that way in the trash.”

I thought for a second that Brad would punch him but somehow he refrained himself.

“Addy, are you seriously going to hang out with this douche bag? Come on, babe, let’s get dinner.”

“I don’t know how many times she has to say it, man…” Ben started but I stopped him.

“Let me handle this,” I directed Ben. “Brad, could you please be so kind as to leave? I know you know how. You did it so well before.”
“That’s not fair…” Brad quipped.

“Oh, it’s more than fair. There’s the door. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”
Brad stormed out the door but not before giving me and Ben a menacing look. I brushed it off, shut the door – and locked it – behind him and smiled warmly at Ben.