Story. Good Bye Tom

It was a rainy night on Chicago. Tom was sitting at the cafe as usual. He was so predictable.Her eyes flinched as she realized he was checking the waitress butt. The cab was still there, she had just paid him. Any other night she would have rushed into the cafe, worried about ruining her hairdo, but not tonight. She barely felt the raindrops brushing her skin as they fell. Glaring at him, that self centered prick. How did she ever loved him? He hadn't even realized she was standing outside. The waitress went back to the kitchen and he barely dissimulated checking her out. That was it. That was the little push she needed. She started walking. How had she not noticed that before?Now crossing the street.Was he now doing all that or was he always like that? Just a few steps from the door. She reaches into her pocket and feels the cold metal. she pulls it out. Her grasp tight. She'll show him. She pushes the door open, the warm air from inside crashing into her face, the ambiance noise of the cafe. No one seems to notice, not that she cares. She walks towards him, her hand slightly raised. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. "You! you self centered, egocentric, prick!" That caught his attention. "Sarah? what are you doing here?" Tom said focusing his look at her, he sees the gun "You're not serious, aren't you doll?". But she's not listening her rage is now too out of control. "You want more passion, Tom? you need more fire? you want someone wilder?!" "Sarah come.." " well how's THIS for passion!"
Bang. A frantic grin is on Sarah's face as the cafe goes wild and Tom's horror expression falls apart. "Good Bye, Tom, You always finished too soon anyways...".