dombaccari:
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Maybe he was a sociopath.
Or maybe there was no maybe about it.
Dominic was fairly certain that any normal person might feel bad for their behavior, for watching the almost childlike light in her eyes dim as he’d snapped at her. As it was, he couldn’t find a single shred of regret within him. These days, he almost counted on the world to hide their faces behind the screens of their little phones. Maybe they were feeding their souls and few remaining braincells to the devil, but at least they were leaving him the fuck alone.
The line moved around him, awkward shuffling as the few people in the shop gave him a wide berth. He stepped out of line to collect himself because while remorseful he was not, he still knew when his clawing temper was close to boiling over. And he knew when it was entirely undeserved.
He watched the woman from earlier make her purchase, watched her make her way towards the door, and tightened his folded arms across his chest as his eyes slid back to the counter, and then the floor where it looked like her wallet had fallen. He glanced around, bored, while he waited for someone– anyone– else to notice before he sighed and squared his jaw.
Swiping the wallet from the floor, he headed towards the door, flipping it open only long enough to glance at the name. Bennett. It didn’t ring any bells, so that was good, anyway. At least it wasn’t Hawthorne. Or Crane.
“Hey,” he called to the retreating figure, faltering her steps long enough for his long strides to close the distance. He said nothing as he held out the wallet, his face still a mask of boredom.
As he handed it over, he said, “A lot of things.” A barely there twitch in his lips as the confusion seemed to settle between them. He nodded his head back towards the shop. “I heard you wondering what the fucking my problem was. Figured I’d give you an answer.”
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Casey had a way of internalizing every negative interaction. If someone didn’t like her, she would go into an endless mental tunnel, beating herself up about it and wondering why exactly she was so unlikable to that individual in particular. What had she done to deserve Dom reacting to her in such a manner? Maybe she should have just kept her mouth shut and she wouldn’t have ruined his day and made him immeasurably disappointed. That was a problem she would never have again though, as she had no plans of interacting with the strange man anytime soon.
However, plans always had the possibility of changing. What she hadn’t expected was for her wallet to be in his hands, it was definitely the last thing she wanted. He wasn’t nice by any means of the word and if she could avoid even breathing in his direction, she would love that.
The discomfort showed in her face as he approached her, but she reached out and took the wallet back with a slow nod, a crooked and awkward smile following soon after. “Thanks..” she opted not to comment on anything else because quite frankly, she was horrified to say anything else to him. “Sorry..” she peeped out and cleared her throat, quickly turning away from him.
















