***So, this turned out to be a not so mini chapter and Wattpad was being a dick on Wednesday, so here's chapter six two days later***

In midday traffic, it took me around twenty minutes to get to Nella's Bakery and in that twenty minutes, I'd managed to work myself into a frenzy. Toiling over Yelvin was making me a crazy person and it made me sick to think that this may be what the rest of my life looked like; wondering all of the time if I should forgive him, if we would end up together, if I was weak for not fighting for him, if I was weak for wanting to fight for him.

By the time I parked in the bakery parking lot, I was a train wreck. I quickly climbed out of the car before giving myself the opportunity to reconsider. If I thought about it too long, I'd find myself driving home to curl up in my bed and be pathetic.

Pulling open the door to Nella's, I relaxed a little, the sweet smell of bread and sugar hitting me in the face and making my troubles melt away. I made a beeline for the counter, ordering way too much food for any one person to eat: two muffins, two sandwiches, a side of fruit and a Caesar salad. I'd definitely be taking food home, but for the moment, I wanted to camp out.

Balancing my heap of food on a tray, I made my way to a table by the window and dug in. If anyone asked, I'd poke my stomach out and claim that I was eating for two, not that I needed a reason to eat like a savage, but there was something very unbecoming about diving face first into enough food for a luncheon.

After my first sandwich and half my salad, I was beginning to see how much bigger my eyes were than my stomach. I sat up straighter in my chair, done inhaling my food like a starved animal and began to pick at a muffin as I stared out of the window.

I sighed. Atlanta was beautiful in the summer as long as you weren't outside. The sun shone brightly against unnaturally green grass and elegantly planted trees that blew ever so slightly in the wind.

Sucking in a breath, I nearly choking on a bit of muffin that lodged in my throat as my eyes found an intimately embraced couple groping each other on the other side of the window. They were going in, hot and heavy, lips entwined, his hands gripped tightly at her ass and one of her long heeled legs wrapped around him, pulling him in inappropriately close for the public eye.

I rolled my eyes, immediately recognizing the guy buried two feet deep in some girl's embrace. Mufasa. It bugged me that I still remembered his name. Why couldn't he have been named something less memorable? Alan, or Mark, or anything but Mufasa.

Diverting my eyes, I focused on my muffin, ignoring the couple. I didn't need to watch him suck yet another girl into his shenanigans. Clearly, he was intent on making his way all the way through Atlanta with his dick. Ick, I will not be a stop on that train. Thank God.

Pushing away from the table, I climbed to my feet and made my way to Nella's tiny spinning book rack. I could at least do something productive while I killed time, and it had been an embarrassing while since I'd read.

Disregarding the age old say 'don't judge a book by its cover', I picked the book with the most interesting looking cover and stepped back into line, humming to myself and reading the cover summary for my book.

I was one person from the register when someone stepped in front of me. "Hey, can I jump in front of you real quick? I just need to get one..." he trailed off as he turned at took me in. "Well, hello, A."

I blinked up at him, wondering if he actually remembered my name of if he was using my necklace as a reminder. I grabbed at it without thinking, tracing the silver. "Hey," I said flatly. "And no, you cannot 'jump in front of me real quick'." I narrowed my eyes on him. He was clearly a man that didn't hear no very often, particularly from women. Even through his thick leather jacket, I could see the outline of muscles, flexing and putting on a show. He was immaculate, stupid because it was nearly a hundred degree outside, but the jacket somehow added to the bad boy appeal that he was sporting.

"A, I'm just going to be a minute. I'm in a hurry. And you're buying a book?" He frowned at the book in my hand. "It's a coffee shop. Just go read it and then put it back."

I put my hand to my hip and sucked in a breath. Oh, Mufasa, you picked the wrong damn day. "I don't care that you'll just be a minute. You should have spent the minute you wasted out there," I pointed towards the window, "in here, and maybe you wouldn't be in such a hurry."

Mufasa smirked. "You were watching me?"

Rolling my eyes, I continued, "And if I want to buy my book, I will damn sure buy my book. Your poor time management does not constitute an emergency on my part. So, how about you get to the back of the line because your hurry sounds like a you problem, asshole." I resisted the urge to Z-snap as I stepped up to the waiting woman behind the register, pushing past a dumbstruck Mufasa.

It probably made me a monster, but it felt kind of good to release some of my anger and frustration onto someone else—it also helped that he definitely deserved to be told off. He was King of the assholes, and likely long overdue for someone to tell him so.

After paying for my book, I headed back to my table, smiling as I saw Mufasa fidgeting impatiently at the back of the line. Serves him right.

Placing my book down, I collected my tray of food to wipe down the table. In my eating frenzy, I'd managed to make quite a mess. If I was going to sit and idle, I wanted to do it in a clean space. Wiping crumbs and stray pieces of lettuce onto the tray, I straightened balancing it in my hands and turning to head for the trash can.

I squealed as I turned and a hard body slammed into me, tipping my tray upwards and smashing it into my body. I sucked in a breath and stood there, frozen, feeling dressing and muffin seep into the thin fabric of my shirt. I lifted my eyes to the culprit that had run into me. Are you fucking kidding me?

"I know you probably think I did that on purpose," Mufasa started, his hands up in surrender. "But I really didn't see you," he tried to explain, as I wiped mashed food off of my body.

"So, you're either too stupid or too lazy to look where you're going. Is that what you're saying?" I'd had enough of Mufasa. Aside, from the fact that he seemed intent on ruining every outfit in my closet, he'd managed to make me want to quit trying and just go home and be sad both times I'd encountered him.

"Uh, no. I was just...My bad," he said, his charming tone losing some of its edge.

"Whatever. Just get away from me."

Mufasa put his hands down, giving me a slow now as he headed to the door of the bakery. I moved to clean up the mess but a woman with a broom appeared by my side. "It's okay. I got it, sweetheart."

I flashed her a look of appreciation. I hadn't realized how much my eyes had begun to well. I was defeated. The sadness won. I was going home to give in.

I grabbed my things from the table, tucking my new book into my bag and headed out of the bakery. The heat felt even more suffocating than usual as I made my way across the parking lot and climbing into my car, immediately cranking up the AC.

I put my hands to my temples and sucked in a breath as I waited for my car to cool. The smell of Caesar dressing wafted into my nose, reminding me of just how shitty my day had gone. I shook my head and gripped the wheel. I just needed to make it home, then I could fall apart.

Throwing the gears into reverse, I whipped out of my parking space, desperate to simply climb into my bed.

I slammed on the brakes as a loud thud echoed through my car. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. No, no, no, no, no. My heart pounded in my chest and my stomach turned. I could not afford another point on my license. My insurance company was looking for any reason to drop me at this point and running over something would not make a great case for keeping me on.

Checking my rearview mirror, I frowned, unable to see what it was that I'd hit. Putting the car in park, I cautiously climbed out, easing towards the back end to get a good look at the catastrophe I'd created.

I sucked in a breath at the sight of the toppled over motorcycle and the man standing over it. He stared down at his bike, but the helmet covering his face kept me from being able to read if he was angry or not.

Deciding to just assume he was enraged with my carelessness, I began to apologize. "I'm so sorry. I can pay for the damages," I lied. Even though the damage seemed minor, it looked as though I'd barely clipped him, I was nearly forty grand in debt as it was. "Is there any way we can settle this between us? I promise, I'll take care of it but my insurance is..." I sighed, I was rambling. I was the rambling car accident causer trying to vie for the sympathy vote. I prepared my tear ducts to cry if necessary. "I just really can't report an accident right now but..."

I trailed off as the man moved towards me, removing his helmet.

Oh shit, I thought as clear green eyes and a smug smirk looked back at me.

"You know, A. That sounds like a you problem." Mufasa smiled wide. "Asshole."

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And of course the Jidenna song has nothing to do with this chapter but he's my honey bunny so he's up there anyways ;P 

Happy Friday, Yall!