Radar [The Maad Series #1.5]

3| Luna.

Dr. Willow lived in an apartment block with other physicians. Her apartment had one bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room. The living room had two sides: a dining area with a square table and four chairs, and a sitting area with a couch and sofas.

"I have lived in Inns bigger than this apartment," Radar said.

"Shush." Dr. Willow placed her forefinger on her lips. "Eh, all apartments in the city are this size. And I like it, actually."

"Really?" Radar knocked on the white wall and then placed his ear against it. "You can hear everything your neighbor is doing and saying. Zero privacy."

Dr. Willow crossed her arms. "Eh who said I wanted privacy?"

Radar ignored her question and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Eh, I have many friends, but they're not boys and girls. My friends are men and women. So yes, I have men friends and women friends."

Radar sighed. He forgot humans in this dimension didn't use such terms to describe their significant other. "What I meant to ask was: Do you have a sweetheart?"

Dr. Willow frowned. "Sadly, no." Then she narrowed her eyes. "Eh, why do you ask? Are you trying to propose to me?"

"No, I—"

"Oh, Rapunzel, I'm flattered." Dr. Willow put her hands on her chest. "Eh, I know I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen—

"I never said that," Radar chimed.

"—But we just met. And as I told you earlier, take me to dinner first, then we will see what happens from there. Maybe you'll get lucky, and I'll let you kiss my feet."

"Kiss your feet?" Radar arched his brow.

"Yes, kiss my feet. Eh, is it too much to ask for? You want to be with a Queen; you treat her like one." Dr. Willow crossed her arms. Before Radar replied, she continued, "Eh, a woman can have dreams, you know. When I was a baby, I dreamt I would be an actor and travel the world with the Theater of Dancing Freaks."

"I doubt you dreamt that as a baby."

Dr. Willow rolled her eyes. "Eh, anyway, one day, my dear mother collapsed on the floor after a grape stuck in her throat. I punched her chest, and she spat it out. After my life-saving heroics, I knew I was meant for the life of a doctor and not an actor."

Radar chuckled. "I have never met a physician as delusional as you. You would have made a wonderful actor."

Dr. Willow smiled. "Eh thank you, Rapunzel."

"My name is Radar," he said.

Dr. Willow narrowed her eyes. "Eh, is it, though?"

"Yes, it is."

"Eh, is it?"

"Yes!"

Dr. Willow shrugged. "Eh, I doubt it."

Radar groaned out of frustration. Dr. Willow made him miss the harlot who kissed his neck like a leech. At least she didn't talk a lot or question him about his name. Who even did that? They just met, and Dr. Willow acted like she knew his name better than him.

I should open a portal to the outside and throw her in it. No one would know it was me, Radar thought with an evil smirk.

"You're one weird man, Rapunzel," Dr. Willow said, then turned away from him. She stared at the paintings on the white wall. It had drawings of stick figures fighting each other.

"Whose child drew them?" Radar asked, staring at the horrible images.

"Me," Dr. Willow said.

"You have a child?" Radar arched his brow.