The Teapot part 2

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Since the incident with the teapot, Jamie Moses had been in the café every day. He’d wrap up his show, head to the gym and then tuck into some banoffee pie or hot chocolate fudge cake or something else sweet and sickly while playing cutsie with Daisy. 
“You’re wasted here in this café,” Andy heard him saying. “I could probably get you on the radio.” 
The problem was, Daisy was falling for it. She actually believed him. The oldest trick in the book. Promise them the stars and they’ll open their legs. Andy honestly thought Daisy was better than that. 
“Can’t you see what he’s doing?” Andy silently screamed at her every time she swooned about how wonderful Jamie was. But he didn’t say anything, he knew better than to say anything.
Andy walked home filling his lungs with nicotine. He blew out the smoke and mumbled to himself. 
“Fucking bastard, waltzing into my café, stealing my woman with his smarmy, smuggy, charm. Stealing my woman, stealing my job, stealing my life.” 
He didn’t plan it, it wasn’t premeditated. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it was just sitting there as it had been outside the café just about every day that week, Moses’s BMW parked on the side of the road. JM1 the smug, smarmy number plate. Andy took out his keys and ran them along the side of the vehicle. It made a delicious screeching noise as they went. Andy looked at his handy work. It was good but, somehow it was not as satisfying as he’d hoped it would have been. 
He considered trying to write ‘smug twat’ with his keys, but that would give him more chance of being spotted. He needed something quick and easy. He looked around, but there was nothing that could help him inflict further damage on the car; no breezeblock or chair leg or child's doll left in the street. Then he saw it, it was beautiful in its own way. A smoothly rounded white stone, about the size of a cricket ball. Where it had come from was anyone's guess, but to Andy, it was like manna from heaven. He looked around and picked it up. He tossed in the air once or twice testing the weight. Then with an easy swivel of his arm, he hurled it in the direction of the windscreen. Watching the glass shatter and collapse was strangely satisfying, but the wailing car alarm was most certainly not. Andy decided he'd better leg it, so he legged it.  

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