Don't call me doll

Chapter 4:

"Dalia, can you finish the day?" Camila said, beginning out the front door. Dalia nodded while fiddling with a random daisies petal.

"Adios." She muttered, absentmindedly waving. But as her eyes wandered up to watch Camila walking down the street.

Something else caught her eye.

He walked down the street as though he owned it, an air of confidence and annoying cockiness followed him. But the strangest thing was, not a single other jet followed him. Yet the people still moved for him.

She felt her eyes sticking to the sight of the boy as he continued walking and looking through the windows of each store. When he seemed to have passed the floral shop, he stopped in his tracks leaning back and glancing into the shop then smirking.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." She grumbled, leaning on the counter and placing her forehead on her hand as though trying to hide. The door's bell signaled her to the entrance of someone.

"Welcome to Camila's floral arrangements, how can I help you?" She muttered, which was responded to, with a smirk on his dumb face. "Well I'd love you to know your name doll."

"What did I say about calling me 'doll'?"

"I didn't listen."

"Now there's something unsurprising." He chuckled, leaning on the counter now only inches from her. "So, you run this place?"

"Pretty obvious I don't." She muttered, as Riff rolled his eyes. "I know girly, but it's fun to annoy you people." He spat the word as though it was poison. That made her blood boil.

"AY, AY, AY! You people?!" She snapped, standing straight and groaning while balling her fists.

"YOU PEOPLE?! Just because we are not as pale as you ridiculous Gringos, does not mean we are different from you!" She no longer knew what she was doing, but the feeling of her fist hitting his cheek snapped her back to reality

His hand immediately clutched his cheek, as he stared at her in surprise. But it was less of an angry look, and more of an impressed one.

"You're brave...and stupid." He chuckled, as she raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"Doll, you just punched a Jet. Most people wouldn't be conscious, without any bruises or blood for that matter." He smirked, leaning on the counter again.

"Well gringo, you insulted me, most people wouldn't be breathing." She replied, leaning as well leaving them to only be inches apart. staring holes through each other's heads.

"Ain't we both special?"

"Sí."

"English, you're in America now."

"Maybe you just need to be smart enough to learn Spanish."

The pair continued to stare at each other until Riff finally backed away but smiled, crossing his arms looking down at her. "So, you going to the dance tonight?"

"Why?" She said, beginning to busy herself by making a new arrangement. "Just wondering."

"Well, if you are not a paying customer then please leave. We are closing in only a couple minutes."

"No, I'll pay."

She raised an eyebrow returning to the counter and tapping her fingers impatiently. "So? What will it be?"

"Uh, one of those blue ones." He said, pointing down at a random stem of small flower in the lineup under the glass. "Forget me-nots?" She wondered; he nodded clearly not knowing what they were.

"Here you are." Dalia said, handing him the flowers which he took in one hand. "That will be 10 cents."

Riff nodded, pulling a dime out of his pocket and flipping it onto the counter. She rolled her eyes, trying to not look at him again. But when he turned and began to walk away, Dalia looked up and stared at his back.

"Oh, and uh, you're blushing." He smirked, whipping around and opening the door backwards. She immediately felt flustered, which made her blush even more.

A/N: ooooo another meeting  between the pair. Tbh I both love and hate how this chapter turned out, lemme know what you guys think! 

And Riff can call me doll any day ;)

lmao