Part One
657 Words
She looked at him carefully, before accidentally tripping over herself. As she got up off the ground, she brushed herself off as if nothing at all had happened. Diego didn't even try to hold back the urge to laugh.
"You okay there, chief?" He asked her. She chewed on her bottom lip to show her annoyance and embarrassment. "I'm just…Peachy." She stated.
"Really? Sounds to me like you're salty right now." He mocked.
Elizabeth closed her honey-colored eyes and took a deep breath, but couldn't help herself from grinning when she opened them again only to see his goofy, yet attractive, face staring right back at her.
"What, somethin' on my mask?" He inquired.
She shook her head and folded her arms. "Nope. It's just you."
"Do I really make it look that tacky?" He chuckled. Her hand made a motion as if to say, 'kind of', but no words were spoken by her. "Good." Was all he said in reply.
Diego apparently forgot he needed to redeem his prizes for them to have any monetary value. He was halfway to his next destination before realizing this, too.
"Aw...Fuckin' dammit..." He muttered as he turned around.
“Huh? Hey! Wait up!” Elizabeth called out to him in a failing attempt to catch up with him as he made his way back to the coffee shop once she realised he had turned around. She sighed and followed after him.
It took about thirty more minutes of walking and him twitching, no doubt from drinking enough coffee to make a sloth want to run a marathon, for them to reach the coffee shop...which apparently closed down not even two minutes ago due to a gas leak.
Elizabeth switched her gaze from the 'closed' sign on the door to Diego and then back again. Diego was twitching much more than before, though, now it seemed evident that it wasn't from the coffee.
He took a deep breath before screaming, "f*****g SQUIRREL-INFESTED CRANBERRY BITCHCOCK" and many more insults and obscenities for what felt like an hour, as he arched his head back and grasped it in both hands.
Elizabeth just watched him calmly and waited until he was finished with his tantrum. Because that is how she dealt with children.
Diego's pupils dilated to the point that they were almost invisible behind the lenses, and he noticed that a dog walked up behind him.
It seemed hungry.
He glared at it, with a borderline will to murder in his eyes, before winding his leg back. Elizabeth frowned.
"Are you really planning on kicking that dog?" Her voice rang out like a bell, as if to shake him from his actions.
Fuck, what am I, his mother? This bastard needs to grow up.
He thought for a moment, before groaning, then going on. "Maybe. If it keeps beggin', definitely." he said, apparently not willing to swallow his pride and perhaps not even realizing how petty he was being, how out of proportion he was taking this whole situation.
She raised an eyebrow.
Fucking childish.
"Ain't in the mood for charitable bullshit." He continued.
She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest before sighing. "Fine, then." She shrugged. With that, she turned on her heel and went in search for a taxi, of course, leaving behind enough distance for him to inquire about what she had planned.
The dog got the message, it seemed. Diego shrugged at this, as if this kind of thing happened a lot to him. He didn't seem to bother worrying about Elizabeth. Or rather, he didn't really notice. Or both. He walked off in no particular direction, not noticing the aforementioned dog staying slightly behind him.
She went on her way and he on his.
And though she would sometimes see him in a music shop, trying to use that nonexistent charm of his to get his way, she never spoke to him again.
- Writer
