availability / @foster-notmatty setting / frontier foods, around two in the afternoon.
rest in peace, tefi’s future.
she had built up a house of cards with some admittedly flimsy fucking cards, and within a month, her husband blew them all down without even speaking a single word to her. her fiancé refused to believe that foster was avoiding her—she had to concede that it did sound a little ridiculous, but trying living the experience, ralph!—and his avoidance was the whole reason she was stuck in providence peak. did that fit within the definition of irony? she didn’t actually know, but that’s what it felt like. that, or karma decided to mete out a very specific punishment of keeping her in some mountainous hell where she couldn’t move backward and couldn’t move forward. ralph threw all her belongings out and froze her credit card. foster refused to speak to her and seemingly vanished into thin air any time she caught a glimpse of his head. no one was willing to give her any money for a plane ticket back to los angeles and she refused to crawl back to philly with her tail between her legs, if she could even make it back home.
the blame laid at foster’s feet, and the fucking coward that he was, he refused to take any responsibility for destroying her future. so, she had decided that she was going to mete out her own version of justice. she was going to take foster’s life and completely rip it the fuck apart, whether he liked it or not. whether he avoided her further or not. so far, her sabotage had been simple things: talking shit about him to anyone that would listen, putting a hair in her food while dining at amelie’s and making a big scene about talking to the manager, and throwing an egg at his window. little things. annoying things that, honestly, didn’t do much in the way of life-destroying. it was a slow process, though, she just needed time to cook up something really good!
that afternoon had actually been a rare opportunity: she saw him before he saw her. shopping for some groceries to make up for still living on the couch of her savior a month later, she finally got a glimpse of the elusive foster. at first, she froze. it felt like sneaking past an apex predator, or staying still so the t. rex wouldn’t see her. after a month of him slipping from her grasp, there and then disappearing into smoke in the next second, tefi finally had the option of a sneak attack. she considered grabbing a red bull can on the shelf next to her and throwing it at his head, but considered that it might kill or maim him—it was hard to get justice if he was dead, after all. her body caught up to her mind and she started to move.
“MATTHEW FOSTER!” tefi’s voice boomed through frontier foods, louder than the overhead speaker announcing some three-for-one deal. she charged down the aisle, white cowboy boots stomping noisily on the linoleum. once she was close enough, she whipped around and grabbed onto his cart so he wouldn’t be able to run away from her without all his groceries. “hi, husband.” tefi announced loud for all to hear, hoping someone rather gossipy would overhear and report around town that foster was married and, technically, fucking around on her in the legal sense with his new little girlfriend. “long time no see, huh?”
