I finally understood the meme, "I came here to have a good time and am honestly feeling so attacked right now."
I had been dating this guy, Zane, for the past month. We were taking it slow, but we loved each other, and that was enough.
(Or so I thought. Geez, one-month-younger me! You were stupid.)
When he suggested a date at the local aquarium, it sounded fun so I went along with it. After all, it certainly wasn't our first. (That was the horror movie date. We don't speak of that one.)
Imagine my surprise when we walked into the shark exhibit and suddenly, Zane made a 180 degree turn (I almost smacked right into him) and casually said, "Now give me all your money."
"What?" I laughed. Was this an ill joke? It didn't seem like the serious Zane I knew.
"I said, give me all your money!"
"I don't understand."
"Okay..." he exhaled deeply, as if talking to a child. "Hand over all the cash and credit you have on you."
I clutched my purse. It only contained a wallet with thirty dollars, enough for a small lunch and bus fare. Plus extra. Why would he need that? "Do you need to borrow money for the entrance fee?" I saw him pay it just a hour ago, so it was unlikely.
"GODDAMMIT I'M MUGGING YOU RIGHT NOW, WOMAN!!!" He screamed.
"?!" I looked around me, but there was no one there. Only the sharks. We were standing in the middle of the oval-shaped room, with glass ceilings, wall, and floor. No one to call for help.
"Yep. You can't use your magic now." Zane smirked, smug and self-assured.
"Magic...?" What? I could very well use magic, even surrounded by sharks. What was he talking about?
"Fire! Magic! Doesn't! Work! Surrounded! By! Water!" He shouts yet again when I continued to stare, puzzled.
It dawns on me. "Ohhhhhhhh."
"What are you?! Stupid?"
"No. But I think you are."
"?!" An enraged expression appears on my supposed "mugger's" face at the unexpected insult.
"It's the robe, isn't it?" I sighed, pulling at my red-orange trench coat-like jacket. It was made of red waterproof material dappled with various shades of orange dots, but the inside was fuzzy and soft. It was my cutest robe, and I had worn it to look pretty for our "date."
"..."
I had been judged more than once for my all warm colors wardrobe. Red, orange, and yellow were staples of fire users, so I was always regarded as one for my choice of clothing. It was annoying.
"I'll say yes," I replied. "Sorry to break it to you, but I'm not a fire user."
Zane was barely more than a statue. He stood there, shocked at this unexpected plot twist.
"I'm a water user. And I can very well use magic in an aquarium. Maybe too well." My brown eyes flared aqua, a side effect of magic. I stretched my hands outward, and streams of liquid started running down my fingers, never dripping down my wrist or onto the floor. Zane, an ice user, wouldn't stand a chance against a water user in her element. "Mug me, you say?"
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(This is based of a writing prompt on tumblr that I found interesting!)
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