Short Stories - Flaritza

5 drops part 3 - Freud's theory

Maritza lazily gets out of bed and heads to the cafeteria rubbing her eyes trying to wake herself up, she walks to the counter to find a busy Flaca helping in the kitchen 

"I told you I could work the shift"

Maritza lets out while yawning loudly, she shakes her whole body as if to wake it up and waits for Flaca to respond as she was busy serving food, once the tall woman has a few seconds to spare as the line had slowed down she puts the ladle back in the bowl and rests her palms on the counter her arms fully stretched as she gave Maritza a small smile with a glare

"I know you did but I tried to wake you up twice and you told me to fuck off, plus you looked cute sleeping with a smile so I didn't try to wake you up again"

Flaca says rolling her eyes to the back of her head, Maritza gives her a shy smile and apologizes for what she had said in her sleep, she makes her way to the back of the kitchen and greets the others before apologizing to Gloria for not showing up, while she's there she takes her time to admire the hard working Flaca behind the counter, putting portions of food and completing one meal in matter of seconds receiving a good morning and sometimes even a smile from her clients

Maritza smiles seeing Flaca's hands all over the place and then widening her eyes as an inappropriate thought rushed through her head, she feels herself turning beet red so she immediately heads to the walk in freezer to help with the stock and get her eyes and mind off Flaca

after all the inmates where served the Spanish Harlem took their own food and decided to eat in the back of the kitchen as most of the tables were taken today 

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec"

Flaca says politely, Maritza's eyes unintentionally shoot down to Flaca's dick receiving a death glare from Flaca 

"period mama?"

Gloria asks seeing Flaca hold tightly on to her abdomen 

"yes, the fucking cramps are killing me"

Flaca groans, turns around and leaves the room 

after returning and eating Maritza pulls Flaca aside while the others washed up all the used trays from the whole prison

"do you have a few minutes? I need to talk to you"

Maritza asks nicely still holding on to Flaca's wrist after she had pulled her to the side

"yeah, sure. A question popped up in your head?"

Flaca asks giving her a sweet smile being completely understanding that this whole thing will take a while to get used to and that since everything about it is new to Maritza she should be ready for awkward, hard to explain questions

"kinda? c'mere"

Maritza says squinting her eyes not really knowing herself if it was a question, she leads the Mexican woman outside the kitchen and into the empty hall

"just to confirm that I understood last night, you can produce - milk"

Maritza changes the word as she sees an inmate passing by, Flaca chuckles

"very subtle"

"shut the fuck up - you produce that when you're into someone?"

"when there are some kind of romantic feelings yes, doesn't necessarily need to be love, maybe I just like them. If I see myself with them long term wise- then yeah. why?"

Maritza feels herself blushing, Flaca looks at the shy girl confused 

"why did you tell me that you can't fuck me cause the prison doesn't sell condoms then? is there something I should know?"