Thursday, 17 March 2011

Daring

"What're you doing here, little girl?" A surly voice, with a hint of mockery running around the edges.

Laria frowned, and put a foot forward. "I just want to go about my..." (count 1, count 2, count 3) "...business." She flashed a smile, letting her lips part slightly and her head tip forward. "If you don't..." (count 1, count 2) "...mind."

Suddenly, she stomped her foot on the ground. "No! No no no!" She shoved her hands angrily toward her pockets, missed, and settled for clenching her fists. "It's only a count of one between "don't" and "mind"." She stomped again, for good measure.

She sighed, forcing herself to calm down. "Ok, replay scenario."

The computer displayed a countdown from 5 seconds, while Laria arranged herself back in her initial position. "Focus," she said to herself, a concentrated expression appearing on her face. Just as the countdown reached two, there was a beeping noise. "Stop scenario," she said, heading over the console. New mail! A reply to her advert. She opened it, heart beating.

Hmm.

Not... disappointing, but not cartwheels either. Still, if he had his own bar, it was a decent start. If only she could be sure he'd know the right lines.

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