Tough Love [COMPLETE]

#6

Celine~ 

"I'm going to work the late night shift." I pack up my uniform. "Are you?" 

Zoey scuffs. "Mate, I ain't going nowhere." 

"Lazy.." 

"I'm having a free week..." She sighs, closing her eyes. 

"Wait... you've got to explain now.." 

"I'm down with the flu." 

"Yeah, right... great for you Zo." I roll my eyes and take the bag from the counter. "I'll see you when you've gone back to the real Zoey." 

She rushes to me, and stops me in front of the door. "What the hell was that!?" 

"Zoey, you've got to pay your half of the rent, otherwise they'll kick you out."

"You wouldn't let that happen, right?" She leans forwards.

"I wouldn't have a say." I say roughly. 

"You're so dumb, you know? I mean, no love-life what so ever, work is your baby... assing around costoms like a dog." 

I widen my eyes. "Pardon me!? What the fuck was that!?? What's up with you!?" I shout. 

"You're up with me, all perfect." She huffs.

"I'm going to go to work, we'll chat later, ok?" I sigh, shaking my head. 

"That's right... go hush, hush.. "

"Zoey!" 

"What..?" She asks, clueless.

I take a breath. "Okay.. just.. see you later." 

I get to work in half a hour, and am happy to say work was a good distraction. I didn't know what was going on this evening, it was confusing. Zoey was never like this.

"Tense evening...?" I turn around suddenly, I just came out of the break room, and there, leaning against the wall, was Luis...

"Wow, surprising." I cross my arms, and smile. "What do I owe the pleasure?" 

"I'm waiting for my plane to come into the gate, damn delays." He huffs. 

"It doesn't only affect you either." I say. 

He leans nearer. "I bet, how long are you working?" 

"I have the night shift, I end at 1am." 

He winces. "My return back from Rio is tomorrow afternoon... 10 hour flight there... and back." 

"Tough flight.." I say. 

"Weird passengers who don't catch a earlier one." He adds.

I laugh, and lean against the wall. "I feel bad for you." 

He puts his hands on either side on me and leans in more. "Why?" 

"Flying a plane, is so much different than checking bags." I almost whisper. 

"You don't think you job is important, Miss. Lopez?" He asks huskily. 

Oh god... what the hell was that? And what is this fucking feeling in my belly? ... what's going on?

"I wouldn't exactly say it's on top.. If I'd compare your job, and mine." 

"You're the one who stops weapons and shit coming through, and saving my crew and flight from danger... I wouldn't say it's on the bottom.." He whispers in my ear.