Vento Oreo

5

A/N: No, you did not skip a chapter, and no, I did not make a mistake. I simply refuse to have the forbidden number as a chapter in my book for the sake of our lord and savior Guido Mista.

"Tch, I don't get paid enough for this." I grumble, stuffing a handful of chips into my mouth as I watch Giorno and Mista through my binoculars.

Surprisingly, I hadn't eaten for the whole day aside from that coffee at Bruno's restaurant. I don't know about you, but when I don't eat for a good while, I start to get cranky. Of course, I still have my priorities set straight, but I would act cold towards most people.

I take out my phone to check in with my friends. It's a little hard to communicate since we live in different time zones. But there is an opening where the times we're awake overlap, so it's not too bad.

And, of course, everyone was normal except for one, who was still questioning me about the "hot Italian boys." Too bad I can't tell her about the gang. She's not really into anime.

Sighing, I stretch my arms before laying down backwards to relax a bit. This whole day and yesterday has been hectic, a little rest won't hurt now, would it?

The sound of gunshots rings throughout the port.

"Seriously, every time." Brows furrowing, I open my eyes, annoyed, and get up. "What a pain."

I hurriedly pack my stuff and jump down the cliffs. Right when I reached the bottom, Mista had walked through the back door.

Jogging towards the building, I eye the truck cautiously as I pass by it, aware that someone was already on it. As Mista approached the truck, I run into him.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" I apologize.

Ah, well yeah, uhm, he stinks. I mean, it's not unbearable, but like. . . It could be better.

"Don't worry about it, are you okay?" Mista asks in a laid back manner.

Wow, what a gentleman~

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. Sorry again!" I wave as I leave.

There, now you won't have to get hurt, even if you do like getting your skin stapled. Haha, you weird dork.

~ Timeskip ~

Okay. So um, that didn't work.

Apparently my Stand ability has a range of about fifteen meters, meaning, Mista got hurt while fighting salty boo yesterday.

I almost cried.

Now you may be wondering, where the heck did I sleep last night?

The streets. That's where. Like the broke and homeless fucking person I am.

Anyway. Right now I'm at a car rental to rent a car instead of calling over a taxi every time the gang moves.

"How much for one day?" I ask.

"For you? Little girl, you're basically a child!" The staff comments.

Growing impatient, I take out a book of checks and slam it on the table. "There are a lot of numbers I can write on this." I say in a low tone, pulling out a pen and tapping it on the blank check.

His eyes light up.

Of course, the man tried to bargain a high price, so then I laughed it off, stating that the price was too high. I know I said that I could write a lot of numbers, but I'm not going to get myself ripped off over a car.

"Then, how much are you willing to pay?"

I smirk, naming a price so low I almost felt guilty about it. The staff disagreed, saying that his boss would kill him if he sold the cars for that price.