II. Pig Latin.

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Mila and Robin stood at the counter, giving Erica Sinclair her samples

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Mila and Robin stood at the counter, giving Erica Sinclair her samples.

"Mmm. Can I try the peppermint stick?" She asked.

"You already did." Mila crossed her arms.

"Yes, and I would like to try it again." Erica said.

"Erica, dude, we've got other customers." Mila said.

Robin rolled her eyes, turning to the backroom. "Steve!"

When there was no answer, both girls walked into the backroom.

"Alright, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there." Robin told him.

Mila turned to see the whiteboard with Russian written on it. She tapped Robins arm with the back of her hand, pointing to it.

"Hey, my board. That was important data, shitbirds." Robin said.

"I guarantee you what we're doing
is way more important than your
data." Dustin said.

"Yeah? And how do you know these
Russians are up to no good,
anyways?" Robin asked.

"How does she know about the
Russians?" Dustin asked.

"I don't know." Steve replied, his mouth full of banana.

"You told her about the Russians." Dustin scoffed.

"It wasn't me." Steve said.

"We can hear you." Mila rolled her eyes.

"Actually, we can hear everything. You are both extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do. Sound about right?" Robin asked.

She reached for the recorder, but Steve snatched it away.

"Whoa, whoa, what do you think you're doing?" He asked.

"I wanna hear it." Robin said.

"Why?" Steve and Dustin asked.

"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent
in four languages, you know." Robin said.

"Russian?" Dustin asked.

"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day." Robin said, earning a giggle from Mila.

Steve chuckled, impressed.

"Holy shit!" Dustin laughed.

"That was Pig Latin, idiots." Mila said, suppressing another laugh.

Dustin and Steve's smiles dropped.

"Idiot." Steve muttered, hitting Dustin's arm with his banana peel.

"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me." Robin said.

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