Two people, born and raised in the corporate world but with totally different personalities.
One is a people person, loud, over enthusiastic and optimistic and is allergic to seriousness. She thrives on a fun lifestyle.
The other one is a striking c...
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~11~
Knock knock
Argh this feels so good, I don't want to wake up. Who is the son of a gun disturbing me?
The knocks get progressively more aggressive.
"Fine. I'm leaving you here by yourself."
I shot up straight but when I took the first step, I felt the river flow through me. So of course I bent down holding my girly.
God, I hate this.
"Wait, please," I called out. The flow gets ridiculously high when you sit up after lying down for so long.
With incredible uncomfortableness, I walked to the door, opening just a tiny bit.
"We're leaving in thirty minutes. Get dressed and come to my room." He shoved a bag in my hand, turned around and left.
Baffled, I looked inside and a full blown smile took over my face.
He got me clothes. Dark coloured clothes that will not make me paranoid about staining and walking in them.
Now in a somewhat better mood, I quickly got freshened up and dressed.
When I was done, I looked around the room-out of habit- to make sure I wasn't leaving anything behind as if I had any stuff with me to begin with.
Nodding in satisfaction, I went out and knocked at Mr Fierro's room and almost like he has been waiting, it was answered immediately.
"Took you long enough," he murmured and brushed past me.
Huh? It only took me forty five minutes. That was within the timeline right?
How much did he say anyway?
Huh, don't care. I got a whole lot distracted by how good my hair looked actually and I had to stop and admire it. Obviously.
I waddled after him, purposely getting too close when I noticed a bunch of junkies eyeing me like I am a candy.
That I am. Sweet and sour candy. But not for them.
I gave them my famous glare that probably scared the God darn crap out of them because the next moment they were looking away.
I suddenly walked into a wall? Huh? Oh, look what it is.
The wall that had made its mission to break my head by making me bump into it a megatrazillion times.
Mr Fierro, duh.
"Walk ahead of me," he for some reason had stopped walking. I frowned at that. Where did the sudden manners come from? Bet he pulled them out of his booty.
When I didn't make a move because I had more important things to think about like how many days off I should take after coming back from this hell of a Dora the explorer journey. He held my shoulders and started pushing me forward, cursing the devils out.
