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didn't! They...” They what? They pickpocketed me? I knew the next question. Just why wasn't I calling the authorities? Well, because I pickpocketed them first. She cocked an eyebrow, and God help me if it wasn't cute. I sputtered out, “Nevermind.”
She looked back to where the blonde had gone then to me again, “Fran has your passport?”
Ah, so it was Francine Brighton.
I replied, “No, she was with this deejay, Scratch, last night and he has my passport.”
She said, “Ah, okay, I see.”
I smiled down at her, she had finally seen sense. I started to move around her in pursuit of that Fran girl, just to be hooked around the waist by that damn iron arm of hers.
“Hoo hey, whoa there cowgirl. Reign it in.”
Grraaahhh! How was someone the size of an underdeveloped platypus stopping me so easily? I'd steamroll her if she weren't so damned cute.
I took a calming breath and spoke between gritted teeth, “May I please go speak with her?”
She tilted her head and squinted an eye, her mouth cutely scrunching to one side. “I would have to go with a no in this instance. You understand.”
I reigned in my temper and said in as calm a voice as I could, “No, I don't understand.”
She chirped out, “I can't be allowing just any stranger to come in to talk to one of the residents. You see, it's my job to make sure strangers don't get in and perpetrate a myriad of hijinx. You haven't even told me your name.”
I did understand, that didn't make it any less frustrating, didn't make 'her' any less frustrating. I said through my still gritted teeth, “Eliza Montrose.”
She put out a hand and I stared at it a moment then shook. For how strong her arms apparently were, she had a surprisingly soft and delicate hand, I found myself not wanting to apply too much pressure. Argh, why did I care?
She asked, excitedly, “Eliza? Like in the Wild Thornberrys? It is a pleasure to meet you.”
No not like a friggin' cartoon. I narrowed my eyes, I recognized the sly twinkle in her off focus eyes, she was messing with me, the little twerp! Her grin grew at my recognition. Then she said, “Now as fun as this has been Eliza...”
“Liza,” I prompted.
She continued, “Now as fun as it has been meeting you, Liza, I'm going to have to ask you to please leave the premises.”
I took a quick breath. “It won't take a second.”
She nodded as if in understanding but said, “And alas, it cannot come to be.”
I had enough of this frustrating woman I asked, “And you are going to stop me?”
She shook her head and gave me a toothy grin. “No, but the bobbies might.” She held up her cell in her other hand and it had the Metro Police displayed and her thumb hovering over the connect icon. When had she pulled that up? When she first intercepted me? This lady was better than armed guards here.
I caught myself saying, “You little...” I stopped myself, she seemed to be having a great time. I was letting her get under my skin too easily. I was usually much smoother than this. I noticed her eyes taking me in, just slightly off to the left. I idly wondered what caused that. I let myself relax and gave her my best smile and bit my lower lip. “Please, Amarissa?”
She froze up and blinked a couple times then blushed and looked down. Then she said, “I... I could give her a message for you.”
I exhaled as she led me to the office off to the right. “That would be great. Can't you just call her room?”
She handed me a tablet and a pen and her smile grew into something mischievous. “I would, but I kept you distracted when she and Tasha came back out to go to work.”
I spun back to the door and sputtered out, “What? You little twerp!”
She giggled like a chipmunk on speed. I tried hard not to smile at her. She was possibly the most annoying person in the world. Ah hell, I smiled.
I wrote my message and handed it back to her with
She looked back to where the blonde had gone then to me again, “Fran has your passport?”
Ah, so it was Francine Brighton.
I replied, “No, she was with this deejay, Scratch, last night and he has my passport.”
She said, “Ah, okay, I see.”
I smiled down at her, she had finally seen sense. I started to move around her in pursuit of that Fran girl, just to be hooked around the waist by that damn iron arm of hers.
“Hoo hey, whoa there cowgirl. Reign it in.”
Grraaahhh! How was someone the size of an underdeveloped platypus stopping me so easily? I'd steamroll her if she weren't so damned cute.
I took a calming breath and spoke between gritted teeth, “May I please go speak with her?”
She tilted her head and squinted an eye, her mouth cutely scrunching to one side. “I would have to go with a no in this instance. You understand.”
I reigned in my temper and said in as calm a voice as I could, “No, I don't understand.”
She chirped out, “I can't be allowing just any stranger to come in to talk to one of the residents. You see, it's my job to make sure strangers don't get in and perpetrate a myriad of hijinx. You haven't even told me your name.”
I did understand, that didn't make it any less frustrating, didn't make 'her' any less frustrating. I said through my still gritted teeth, “Eliza Montrose.”
She put out a hand and I stared at it a moment then shook. For how strong her arms apparently were, she had a surprisingly soft and delicate hand, I found myself not wanting to apply too much pressure. Argh, why did I care?
She asked, excitedly, “Eliza? Like in the Wild Thornberrys? It is a pleasure to meet you.”
No not like a friggin' cartoon. I narrowed my eyes, I recognized the sly twinkle in her off focus eyes, she was messing with me, the little twerp! Her grin grew at my recognition. Then she said, “Now as fun as this has been Eliza...”
“Liza,” I prompted.
She continued, “Now as fun as it has been meeting you, Liza, I'm going to have to ask you to please leave the premises.”
I took a quick breath. “It won't take a second.”
She nodded as if in understanding but said, “And alas, it cannot come to be.”
I had enough of this frustrating woman I asked, “And you are going to stop me?”
She shook her head and gave me a toothy grin. “No, but the bobbies might.” She held up her cell in her other hand and it had the Metro Police displayed and her thumb hovering over the connect icon. When had she pulled that up? When she first intercepted me? This lady was better than armed guards here.
I caught myself saying, “You little...” I stopped myself, she seemed to be having a great time. I was letting her get under my skin too easily. I was usually much smoother than this. I noticed her eyes taking me in, just slightly off to the left. I idly wondered what caused that. I let myself relax and gave her my best smile and bit my lower lip. “Please, Amarissa?”
She froze up and blinked a couple times then blushed and looked down. Then she said, “I... I could give her a message for you.”
I exhaled as she led me to the office off to the right. “That would be great. Can't you just call her room?”
She handed me a tablet and a pen and her smile grew into something mischievous. “I would, but I kept you distracted when she and Tasha came back out to go to work.”
I spun back to the door and sputtered out, “What? You little twerp!”
She giggled like a chipmunk on speed. I tried hard not to smile at her. She was possibly the most annoying person in the world. Ah hell, I smiled.
I wrote my message and handed it back to her with
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