Rapido!

Chapter 6

"Dude, dude!  Calm down!" Elliot shook Octavio, "She's coming over to hangout and eat food! You've already talked to her before this is nothing new!"

Octavio stopped pacing and looked at Elliot, "Your right, sorry. But like, what if I say something dumb, or offensive? She could really hate m- What if she brings him!"

"Who Crypto?" Elliot said between bites of tacos.

"No Gibraltor, ya know they go so well toge- YES CRYPTO!"

"Aight sorry!" Elliot put his hands up, "You are just too-"

There was a knock at the door and Octavio jumped to the ceiling. Elliot laughed and spit out his food, "Dude, I've never seen you jump so high before!" The knock came again, Octavio went to the door and opened it, Wattson was standing there with a baggy sweater, sweatpants and tennis shoes on. Her hair was down as it usually was. Octavio thought she looked great, he himself was in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and Elliot was wearing jeans with a opened button down shirt with an Apex Games shirt underneath.

"Hola Wattson! Come on in!" Octavio opened the door to a hastily cleaned room.

Wattson nodded her head, "Thank you for letting me come on such short notice, I hope you don't mind I brought a friend..." She moved to the side and Wraith popped in the doorway with her head partially down.

"I smelled the food, and heard the laughing, and it sounded fun."

Octavio closed the door slightly and looked at Elliot, who had half a taco in his mouth. He quickly spat it out and wiped his mouth and fixed his hair and started buttoning his shirt up and then decided to leave it unbuttoned. Octavio watched him for a second, then he mouthed, YOU LIKE HER?! Elliot rolled his eyes and mouthed back, We'll talk later. Octavio opened the door back up, "That's totally fine! Ell- Mirage is over right now, I hope you don't mind."

Wattson waved her hand and started to go in but Wraith pulled her back and whispered something; then they walked in and took seats at the counter and Octavio started cooking spicy tacos.

"So how hot n' spicy do you want em ladies? Mild, medium, hot, superhot... Or Octrain hot?"

"I'll have Octrain hot!" Elliot pointed a finger up.

"Ok ma'am." Octavio rolled his eyes.

"I'll have the same." Wraith said.

"Hmm..." Wattson put her hand on her chin and thought for a moment, "I'll have mild."

"Mild!" Octavio shook his head, "Oh no no no Chica, when you come to casa de Octavio, you have to have medium or above. Consider Mild off the menu!"

Wattson paused for a moment, "I will have medium then."

Alright, comin right up!"

Octane set to cooking, when he knew what he was doing, he flew around in the kitchen. He had music on low so he could hear the conversation, but oftentimes, when he didn't know what he was cooking... it was a crazy mess in the kitchen.

"How bout some beers?" Elliot asked as he walked over from the refrigerator.

"Sure." Octavio and Wraith said.

"Merci, I'm good." Wattson replied.

"So how have the games been while I was in a coma?"

"Good good," Wattson began, "It is a bit loud, but I mean, it is a battlefield. It's also frustrating... I drew up the ideas for the zone, and designed them... so some people hate me for that because it makes the games more difficult."

"Also O," Elliot began, "There is a new arena, it's called-"

"Dude," Octavio interrupted, "She was telling me something."

"But she stopped."

"It's ok." Wattson said, "Don't worry Octavio."

Octavio nodded, "Ok. Anyways, people dislike you?" He flipped a tortilla.

"Yeah. I mean!- The Legends aren't rude and Re- Wrath and I have become great friends and some of the other Legends. The fans are the ones who are annoyed."

"I see." Octavio nodded, "Here's those tacos for Wraith and Mirage." Octavio handed them over the counter and they thanked him. He was trying to figure out a way to find out Wattson's name when he froze.

"Umm, Watson?"

"Qui?"

"Did you call me Octavio?"

"Qui I did!" She started smiling and nodded.

"How did you figure that out?"

Wraith and Elliot watched, Elliot with half a taco in his mouth and a smile creeping onto his face.

"Well," Wattson folded her hands, "You said when you come to Casa de Octavio... I'm guessing that means Octavio's house?"

"House of Octavio yeah. Wow! You are really good at this Chica!"

"Ok," She leaned closer, "What may I ask, does Chica mean?"

Octavio made finger guns, "That... is a secret."

"Ok, how bout Hermosa?"

Wraith looked at Octavio, he knew that she knew what it meant, "Also a secret." He said looking from Wraith to Wattson.

"Hmm, alright then beau." She said.

"What's that?" Octavio asked.

"A secret." She said and smiled.

"How dare you," Octavio chuckled, "Phew, it's too hot in here. Ell- Mirage, open the window please?" Octavio took off his goggles and hat.

"Sure thing O!" He said and opened the living room window.

"¡Está bien, here you go hermosa!" Octavio put the plate in front of Wattson.

"Merci." She said and took a bite, "Oh mon! C'est bon! Great job Octavio!"

Octavio bowed, "Why thank you hermosa!"

"You will have to come to my place sometime," Wattson said, "I make crepes and quiche!" She clapped her hands slightly.

"¿Qué es eso? What are those?"

Wattson's eyes widened, "Oh no, no, no! You haven- ok tomorrow night, after the games, you guys can all come and I will make them for you!"

They all thanked her, "I will be looking forward to that," Octavio said, "Really."

They talked a little longer and then watched the news and argued about politics and rules with the games. A few hours later Wattson and Wraith got up to leave, at the doorway Octavio stopped her, "Hermosa! Can I- can I know your real name? Ya know, since you know mine..."

She turned toward the doorway slightly, "Qui, of course... It's Natalie. Natalie Paquette."

"Octavio Silva," he said grabbing her hand and kissing it, "At your service."

Natalie giggled and walked away with Wraith.

Octavio closed the door and sighed. Inside Elliot was frowning, "Did you kiss her hand with your mask on?"

Octavio slapped his face, "Hijo de puta!"