A Spark Between Us

The sun glared from the windshield of the white Tesla. Clara squinted and put her hands above her eyes. The afternoon sun was unforgiving to her unprotected eyes.

"There are sunglasses in the glove box, Darling" Cyra offered. He couldn't help but to notice that the sun was accosting Clara's eyes, mostly because he hadn't stopped staring at her since she got into the car. She had ditched the sweatshirt as it was far to warm. She wearing only a white t-shirt, HIS t-shirt and for what ever reason it drove him absolutely feral seeing her in his clothing. Not that she had any other choice, her dress was practically ruined from shimming through broken glass.

"Are these lady's sunglasses?" She inspected the glasses closely. "They are! Whose sunglasses are these Cyra?" She half teased while the other half was curious.

"They belong to a friend of mine Love." He was trying hard not to laugh but failed.

"What's so funny?" Clara asked

"You are my dear. You are hilarious. Your jealousy is absolutely adorable."

Clara opened her mouth and put up a finger to protest but changed her mind. Instead she put on the glasses and sunk cooly in her seat. "I'm not jealous." She shrugged and glanced at Cyra to see if he believed her. He did not. He laughed harder.

"You keep telling yourself that Princess!" He bellowed. "I do not believe a word of it!" He continued to laugh until finally Clara crossed her arms in frustration.

"Are you done? I really don't see what's so funny. I'm not jealous. You have to actually care about someone to be jealous and sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I don't care about anything you do or WHO you do it with." She turned her back so that she staring out the window with her arms still crossed.

"You can pretend like you aren't jealous all you want princess, but you have nothing to worry about. Those sunglasses belong to my very good friend and associate, Natalia." He put his arm around Clara. "Hands on the steering wheel mister! And eyes on the road." Clara demanded, wiggling out of Cyra's embrace. "We've had enough near-death experiences to last a lifetime, we don't need any more."

Cyra removed his arm but didn't stop admiring Clara. His eyes scanned her body very slowly and he imagined that she must be fully nude underneath the T-shirt. It didn't cover much since Cyra isn't a very large or muscular man and Clara's extremely large breasts makes the shirt lift even higher. His eyes stopped on her full, pouty lips and lingered there. "The car drives by itself." He said and brushed her lips with his thumb softly. Her eyes widened at the touch and she smacked it away.

"So tell me about Natalia." Clara said in an attempt to distract Cyra away from her body and also out of pure curiosity. Cyra had never mentioned her before and he often parades himself like he's the bachelor of the year so if there is anything going on between Natalia and Cyra, Clara didn't know anything about it.

"Well, she's cunning, talented and by far the best gunman I've ever seen. Too bad you'll never get to meet her. Which is a good thing I suppose. If you did then she'd most likely kill you."

"Just great." Clara said, sarcasm dripping from her words.

They arrived at the warehouse just off of the turn of the embankment. It looked so different during the day, so ordinary. When they pulled in close they seen Clara's car, or what was left of it.

"Those assholes! Look what they did to my car!" Clara cried out, rushing out of Cyra's car to see the damage up close. It was spray painted with local gang graffiti and missing all four tires. One of the backseat windows were broken and class glistened in the sunlight and leaves littered the backseat.

"This is your fault!" Clara barked, turning to face Cyra and shoving him. "If you hadn't stolen that stupid moon gem none of this would have happened!" She turned back to the car and kicked the bumper. She immediately rubbed the bumper where she had kicked it and whispered sorry to it. She leaned her back to the car and slide her body down the side of the door until she reached the floor with a flop.

Cyra pulled out his phone and pressed a single button before putting it to his ear. Clara sat and mumbled her displeasure at the vandals in the background. Whoever Cyra was dialing had been saved to speed dial. It rang once and a female voice answered. "Yes", was all the the voice said.

"Hello Natalia. I am in need of your service."