You don't like me no more?" He chuckled as if he had just made some clever joke. The girl closed her eyes and jerked her face away from Tony. Tony narrowed his eyes and frowned angrily at the girl. "Hey, don't give me no attitude. Answer me!" The girl shifted her weight uneasily and gazed down at her hands, which were settled on the table. Brock, unable to watch any longer, jumped off his stool, walked up to Tony, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, leave her alone. You're disturbing her." Brock said coldly. Tony turned around to face Brock, and laughed at his comment. Then pointing both his hands towards himself he glanced at his friend and laughed some more. "Hey Brett, get a load of this guy. I'm disturbing my Baby." He laughed again, but then looked at Brock with a blank expression on his face. Tony suddenly sent his fist flying toward Brock's face, but he ducked and punched Tony right in the stomach. Tony hugged his middle and gasped for air, leaning back on the booth. Brett jumped up to get ready to fight, but Brock folded his arms against his chest and glared at him coldly. "Get out now ." He growled. Brett nodded his head a little too quickly. He slowly edged around Brock, took hold of Tony, and dashed out of the caf. The girl watched the two greasy-guys leave, and then grinned at Brock. She ran up to him and clasped