Desire {Corpse fanfic}

{12} Promise

🎵 beabadoobee - If You Want To

-

They were nibbling away on toast and drinking juice as she was waiting for the painkiller to kick in and ease her headache.

Can I ask you a question?

He nodded in response with his mouth occupied by chewing.

You're young,
handsome,
fun.

What on earth were you doing on a sugar daddy website?

Or is there some massive red flag that I'm not getting?

He chuckled at her question feeling flattered by the compliments.

It's because of my job...

Which is?

Well that's the point, right?
That I can't tell you,
It's a secret.

Oh, I hope it's human trafficking.

Maya laughed but Corpse being so secretive did make her nervous. She was starting to doubt whether anything could work out between them, agreement aside, if he couldn't be honest about these things with her.

No, no.
It's not like that.

I hate to say this, but I'm kinda famous...but I keep my real identity a secret.

I see...

She didn't "see" in fact at all, but he didn't seem like he wanted to elaborate and she didn't want to be too intrusive.

They arranged to meet for lunch on Tuesday since Maya had a 2 hour gap between classes. She didn't want to bother him, and dealing with her hangover seemed rather like a one woman job anyways so she rushed back to her place after breakfast.

-

They got takeaway from a small mexican restaurant and went to a local park for a picnic.

When they sat down on a bench, Maya pulled her legs and up crossed them in front of her turning towards Corpse. He followed her even though his legs were a little stiff since he hadn't stretched or worked out in a long time due to his conditions.

She ate with an enthusiasm that was rare to find in California girls. He could watch it for hours, but didn't want to make her feel self conscious so he started devouring his own burrito bowl.

You're hispanic, right?

Yeah.
Half actually.
How'd you know?

I know a lot of people from different ethnicities.
It's the perk of moving around so much,
I guess.

What's the other half?

Irish.

Oh, okay, that's where you got the pale skin from, right?

Well...yeah.
It's totally not because I don't leave my house ever.

Corpse chuckled. She was effortlessly funny and her accent made everything sound twice as charming.