♕ 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬 ♔ [ON GOING]

♕ 10 ♔

[Psalm]

I did not know what to expect when he said: 'I know a place where you can let those emotions out.' This certainly isn't what I was thinking.

Solomon smiles as he sees the look on my face, "You've never been to a shooting range?"

I shake my head, "Never."

He opens the door for me and I thank him. I notice that he does this quite frequently. Not that I dislike it.

As we make our way to the building he talks, "Whenever I'm pissed off  about something, I come here. It's not very fancy, let alone bringing a lady to a place as this but it can clear ones mind."

I laugh making him grin a little revealing his visible dimples, "Sounds good to me."

He gets greeted by the owner, an elderly man around his 50's, grey. He looks at me then back to him, "You never brought a woman over. What's the occasion?"

"To steam off the heat",  Solomon shrugs and I have to smile as he looks at me, "Been a rough day."

We're completely out of place with the formal attire we wear next to these men in hunter outfits and leather to denim jackets.

"What can I give you?", The man smiles.

"An M4A1 and a 9mm pistol for the lady", He orders for us and the owner smiles.

The man leaves for a few minutes and comes back with a rifle and a handgun. He places a pack of earplugs and googles on the desk, next to the bullets and guns, "Need an instructor for this?", He looks at me.

"I'm here. I can guide her", Solomon answers for me and the man nods.

"Alright then. Have fun and if any problems should occur, call me or any of my men. We'll gladly help."

We take our things and head to the open range. There are mostly men, or veterans to be precise, shooting on the field.

Solomon checks the handgun for me and insert one bullet and shoots. Although we're completely overdressed, he surely looks like he belongs in a work that requires action in it, rather than sitting on the desk. He shot, too smoothly and unbothered.

I'd lie if I say it wasn't attractive on how he handled it very well.

He smiles as we lock eyes, "It's safe. Had to test it out first."

"You handled it perfectly." I comment as he chuckles.

"It comes with time. You develop the feeling for it."

"You went to the army?"

"No."

"Are you sure you're not some secret agent undercover?", I joke making him laugh.

It's an attractive laughter.

"Perhaps? You'll never know", He hands me the gun in my dominant right hand, "Before we shoot you should wear the googles and later the ear plugs.

I do as I am told. "What now?"

"I'll be a little touchy when I instruct. Is that fine with you?", He suddenly says making me heat up.

He said what now?

A little baffled, I just nod.

He locks eyes with me for a second before he leads me into my position. "Okay. When handling always keep the gun pointed downrange. Before you shoot, you need to fix your stance. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart with the non-dominant feet one step forward. Wrap your free hand around the dominant hand. To aim,  look through the rear sight and pull the trigger lightly. It's different than with a revolver, where you have to pull the hammer before you shoot. This is a semi-automatic. It automatically ejects the empty cartridge when you fire. "