L'affaire Bob

35. Robertino y Gawgilino

Emma's POV

-"What a unique and beautiful name. I'm quite sure it won't get lost in the hundred Michel or Michael variations I've known in my life," I smiled at him sarcastically.

Yes, sarcastically, because I wasn't in the mood to talk now.

The so-called Mike said something after my little comment, but I didn't listen, because my mind was wandering in other places, thinking about my unfortunate fate.

They had taken my sandglass, and I had no other way to go back to the base.

I was stuck here.

For now, at least.

I knew that soon enough, they would find me and come to get me. But that, sadly, would take quite a long time.

Even though results would start coming up a matter of seconds after they start searching, what they find isn't always accurate. That is why, most of the time, a search for a stuck traveler would take hours, days, and even weeks.

-"Pff," I muttered. "Can't it be quick for once?"

-"What can be quick?" asked my new cellmate, seemingly having heard my whisper.

-"Oh, shut up, you." 

-"Umm, rude much?" he observed. "What's your name, anyway?"

I was about to retort with a classic "It's none of your business," but on second thought, I considered the point he made.

And concluded that he wasn't wrong, sadly. 

I was acting quite rudely. Trying to act more softly and less affected by my current state of unproductiveness, I decided to be polite and answer.

-"I'm Emmanuelle Rousseau, but you can call me Emma. Oh, wait, no. You can't."

-"Ya know, I would've replied with an "Awn, what an honor!" thrown at you, but unlike you, I'm no kid," he snarkily shot back and went back to his bed.

I grimaced.

-"So, Rousseau, huh? You're a Frenchie, I bet," he guessed after lying down.

-"What a bright and smart fellow the officers are forcing me to meet!" I quipped. "I can quite clearly see why they had been able to catch you in the first place," I ended and went towards the empty bed.

-"Really? And why's that?" 

-"Because no one as stupid as you would ever be able to escape the police, dear fellow. I'm sure you've left enough evidence for a toddler to know you were the culprit."

-"Vraiment? Et qu'est-ce qui te fait penser cela?"

I choked.

-"You speak French?"

-"Surprise," he mused.

-"Yeah, well. That's nothing too exceptional. Many speak two languages. I, myself, speak three," I proudly announced, raising my head in defiance.

-"The third one being?" he asked.

-"Spanish," I smirked. "I bet you won't get a word out of ten if I talk to you."

-"That's quite impressive. Go ahead, then. Say something. Show me what you know."

-"Alright," I paused. "Umm, Hola, mucho gusto. Como se llama tu madre?"

-"¿Qué carajo es esa pregunta?" He laughed. "¿Realmente no tenías nada más que decir? Pero de todos modos, para darte una respuesta, mi madre se llama Sally. ¿Feliz ahora?"