Kenai and Enzo

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

                                                                K E N A I

I sat by my lonesome on a chair in the laundromat, flicking my thumbs over the screen of my phone with such concentration that it nearly hurt. My tongue was caught between teeth, poking out of my mouth.

        My phone made and odd sound, signaling a message from Enzo.

        "Where are you?" It read, flashing at the top of the screen. Vision temporarily distracted, my thumb slipped and I lost the game.

        "Fucking birds!" I screeched, drawing some curious stares.

        I scrunched up my nose, pressing the home button to go to my messages.

        "Like," I began, typing furiously. "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

        The image of Enzo's irritated blue eyes narrowing as he read my text came to mind, making an evil little grin form on my face at the thought as I pressed send.

        I didn't have to wait long before a reply came.

        "Kenai," It read, almost exasperatedly. "Answer the question." 

        I sighed, offering a little roll of my eyes. "At the laundromat, like you said."

        I clucked my tongue and tapped my feet as I waited.

        "I don't see you."

        I furrowed my brows, glancing around outside.

        "Well, shit." I answered when I couldn't spot him. I tried waving my arms around. "Now?"

        "No . . . "Came the reply. "What are you wearing?"

        "Thigh-high leather boots, a thong, and some nipple tassels - What the fuck do you think I'm wearing?" I let out a little snort, turning to the man on my right with a kind of 'can-you-believe-this-guy' face.

        "You probably fucking are." I read the text in his voice, smirking. I pursed my lips, shrugging my shoulders in a 'you're-probably-right' kind of way.

        "True." I answered. "A beige top and some black shorts."

        "Goddamitt, Kenai!" I furrowed my brow at his reply.

        "I actually think I look pretty good today, thank you." I typed back snippily.

        He called this time.

        "Yo, this is Jims whore house, you got the dough, we got the hoes." I greeted like some fresh gangsta.

        For a second, he didnt even answer. I could feel the dissapoinment rolling off him.

        "Kenai . . . " He said after a slow moment of my grinning at my own joke.

        "Yes, master." I laughed.

        "What . . . what's the name of the laundromat you're at." He murmured.

        I stood, walking up to the front desk where I plucked a sucker from the bowl. I yanked off the wrapper as I strode outside, nudging the door open with my shoulder.

        "Just a sec, Boss." I said as I backed up to the edge of the sidewalk and peered up at the sign. 

        "Soap 'n Suds, Boss." I answered as I popped the lollipop ino my mouth, heels hanging off the edge of the concrete.

        I heard a very long, depressing sigh from Enzo's end as I tried to keep my balance.

        "Why did I take you under my wing, little child?" He asked, and I could almost see one of his tan hands rubbing at his forehead.

        I didn't answer, I knew he didn't actually want me to.

        "I specifically - specifically, Kenai - told you to go to the laundromat across from the Janix Bank, did I not? The one called, The Spin Cycle." 

        I pulled the sucker from my lips with a pop.

        "Now look around." He said. I spun back onto the sidewalk, gazing at the buildings across the street. Definently no Janix Bank. "Do you see any banks, whatsoever?"

        "Whoops!" I breathed sheepishly, dropping down onto the road to cross.

        "Do you know where I'm talking about now?" He hissed.

        "The Spin Cycle, got it." I bobbed my head.

        "Do you need me to guide you there?" He said, ever-so-patiently.

        "No."

        "Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to end up, you know, ten blocks away - playing fucking Flappy Bird for an hour."

        I rolled my eyes, raising the candy wrapper to the phone.

        "Enzo? Hey - I think you're break - . . . up." 

        "Kenai . . . " He growled as I hung up, dancing my way down the sidewalk.

        "Sucker."