Pheirdhu

Pagkatanto

                   Today was absolutely not my day.

First of all, I've just seen my dad in some shady shop and now there's this important looking girl whom I accidentally topple over. And by the looks of it, she's not the forgiving type.

I quickly scrambled to my feet and decided to help the blue – haired woman stand up. She flicked of my arms without warning before I could buckle her up. She gave me a death glare and all I could do was look at her in shock.

“Do you have any idea who I am?!”

“U-uh…”

“Well, speak up!”

As much as I wanted to, I can’t. She looked like she could decapitate and disembowel me any moment. Mumbles and gibberish are the only things coming out of my mouth. Good thing Avein left and the people here are too wrapped in their businesses to see us. Out of nowhere some burly looking men were talking to the blue – haired woman and shot me a glance. Or another deathglare. My whole brain is telling me to talk or I may never will.

“Uhm I’m really sorry for all the fuss. I wasn’t looking when I ran into you. I should’ve kept my eyes on the road. It was stupid. Please forgive me… ”

I had no idea that I was blabbering until I saw her gave me a smirk. I hope to Nirvana I didn’t say anything stupid. She was walking closer to me and I braced both of my cheeks expecting a big, hard, solid slap.

“Well, good to see you’re not mute.”

Creepy snap personality change.

“Apology accepted. I will let it slide for now. But do it again and your skull will be an ornament in my study.”

My mouth was agape. She was smiling when she said that to me. Well, I had to say something so….

“I’m really sorry for all the trouble. How about I treat you some snacks?”

“I’m more filthy rich than you’ll ever be. But, how about you tell me where to find nice stuff here and a good place to eat?”

“O-okay.”

So that’s how I got into this mess. Once I was running from my own father, the next thing I knew I was touring this snooty, primadonna through the Bazaar. She wasn’t that bad, though. Yeah, she can downright get to your nerves at times, but I can tell she’s a nice girl under all those sheets. We had just finished shopping through practically every stall in the Bazaar that sells clothing, and it makes me think that she may have a warehouse for a closet. We, well she, decided to take a break in some chic café here in the Bazaar. The place is actually kind of like a mix of cozy, country and chic fairytale concepts. There were seatings that were practically scattered through every nook and cranny of the place. Orchid decorated the façade of the shop and dangled along the gutters. The valouses were ornamented with black metals that twisted and contorted, giving an exquisite look. The floors were actually Treant lumber that was polished. Mirrors comprised the walls, letting passersby see the patrons of the café. The counter was adorned with various confection that can make any mouth water  and connected to it was a spot for brewing and blending the coffee and various drinks.

I settled for some cherulon frappe and Stellacluster cake. My companion went for Prickpluff Blend and Dynasty roll. The café is actually smack-dab in the middle of the Bazaar. Seeing all the stalls and passersby surrounding the area made me fell calm and nervous at the same time.

“Something on your mind?”

“Huh?”

“Seems like your deep in thought. You’ve been like that since I went shopping. And you look like you’re looking for someone. Do you not like my presence?!”