𝕊𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 ~ [𝕊𝔹ℝ]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 - New company

•Abbreviations•
(Y/n)= your name;
(L/n)= last name;
(F/c)= favorite color;
(H/n)= horse's name.
(More will be added if necessary 💫)
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"I'm telling you! The actual Italian pizza is 100 times different from the American one!"

"100 times different? Is it that bad?"

"I mean, it's not baaaad, but the-"
Suddenly, Gyro stopped mid sentence.

   He squeezed his eyes to stare at the distance and hummed in confusion.

   Johnny noticed his perplex state and cautiously looked around for the source of his intrigue.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Who the hell is that?" The other man replied, pointing to a strange silhouette near a lake. It was difficult to see, but it didn't seem familiar nonetheless. "Is it someone from the race?"

"I don't know, I can barely see how they look."

"Let's get a bit closer then..."

   The duo slowly trotted near the said lake, eyes widening in surprise at the sight. It was a woman. With rivers of (h/c) hair cascading down her shoulders and the sun glimmering against her slightly wet skin, she was a sight for sore eyes. In any other circumstance, Gyro would have taken his time to admire her features, but all he could think of now was... Why.

   A beautiful, young looking woman on her own in the middle of the desert? What in the world could she be doing there? Just casually washing some clothes? It didn't seem right, but the hypothesis were few.

"Do you recognize her?" Gyro whisper yelled to Johnny, who shook his head in denial.

   They watched as she twisted a cloth to get rid of the water, using it to wipe her forehead and neck. She dragged the fabric down to her chest and then to her shoulders, sighing in relief. They were almost entranced. Either too pent up to think straight or she really was something else.

"Maybe she lives near here... She looks exhausted."

   Upon the Joestar's comment, the other blonde put his hand on his own chin and thought to himself. After a couple of seconds, he grinned mischievously and glanced to his friend.

"Let's go talk to her!"

"Huh? Gyro, we don't have time for that."

"Come on! We're in the leadership, and I doubt that a few minutes of casual chit-chat would compromise our positions too much. Plus, it wouldn't be polite to see such a pretty girl in the middle of the desert and ignore her, right?"

"I... I don't know... Pocoloco, being the lucky bastard he is, could use this in his advantage. Or perhaps Diego. Who knows where they could be right now?"

"Don't be a pussy, dude! It's not like that, we are way ahead of the others! It will be just a polite 'hello'!"

"Hm... Okay, fine... But if someone surpasses us, don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Just like that, Gyro headed closer to the woman.

   Her gaze followed the hooves of Valkyrie up to the man seated on her back. The shadow of his hat on his forehead made his bright green eyes shine, and the sun highlighted his features well. Including the curve of his smirk, his chiseled cheeks and the long platinum blonde locks along his back.

   She didn't seem fazed. Instead, her eyes focused back to the cold water in front of her, much to the racer's dismay.

"Hey there, lady. Are you here on your own?" He asked, using a more sultry tone that made Johnny cringe.