“Please? You can do this. I have faith in you.”
She glared at me.
I cleared my throat. “My mom said hi?” I told/asked her, and then waited a few seconds to see if she did anything in response to that.
Shedidn’t.
“My mom’s ‘hi’ didn’t calm you?”
Her glare intensified.
“Umm.” I scratched the back of my head. “Pads – you need pads, right?”
She tilted her head to the side, andmyGod, she lookedsofucking scary when she did that.
Period temper was a real thing, apparently.
“I…I’ll go get you your pads,” I said, like I even had a choice that suggested otherwise. “And…chocolates? One of every kind?” I quickly put a hand up when she narrowed her eyes at me. “Twoof each, then.”
Yes, she signed.
I sighed in relief and grinned at her. “Great.” I took a step back, and then another. “I’ll…I’ll be off now.” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder. “But please don’t turn into Drogon by the time I come back. You may be fierce, babe, but dragon-skin issonot a good lewk.”
Go, Rina signed with a scowl on her face.
I turned, and, as my luck would have it, my ankles clashed and I went toppling on the ground. My hands were splayed on the floor; my ass was in the air. My freakingdignityhad slit its own throat and was convulsing in front of me as it took its last breath.
It was a whole thing, I’m telling ya.
But, because I was a damn phoenix and had the determination to rise from the ashes, I gracefully got to my feet, marched out of Rina’s room, and headed for my van. I didn’t look back at her as I left, even though I could feel her laughter trailing me like Casper the fucking ghost.
But hey, if you didn’t see it, then it didn’t happen, right?
…Right.
34. Blue-eyed Parasite
“Is it a Prince Albert?” Daniel guessed. “Just to spite your overly religious family and maybe shorten their lifespans?”
I choked on myCW Jr.
Yes, I am well aware that it’s a kids blend smoothie, but it’s one of the bestSmoothie Kinghas to offer, and I simply can’t resist the banana-and-strawberry combo.
“What,no!” Remi exclaimed in response to Daniel’s suggestion, and then huffed. “Come on, man; you can do better than that.”
“A nipple piercing? Navel piercing? Toenail piercing?” Daniel said, looking a little disinterested at this point.
“Why do you think it’s a piercing?” Remi asked. “It could literally beanything.”
Daniel waved a hand in front of his face. “I don’t know, Remi; I’ve just got an intuition,okay?”
Sitting behind the main counter atVila do Açaí, I sipped some more of myCW Jr.as I glanced between the two of them.
Remi had walked into the shop fifteen minutes ago with a blinding smile on his face, and had asked us to guess ‘what he’d gotten’. The question was very vague, and he wasn’t even willing to hand out clues so that we could make more concrete assumptions.
Simran was sitting behind her counter, busy tapping away on her laptop as she blew chewing gum bubbles every so often. She was a universal mood, in my opinion, and I respected her so much for that.
“Fuck your intuition, man,” Remi said to Daniel.
