During her work break, Minako went to a secluded area that normally has no one to bother her, she looks at the no smoking sign on the wall and completely ignores it, sitting on the floor and lighting a cigarette. "Fuck this shitty job" She growls as she puts the cigarette in her mouth and takes a good drag of it, feeling the nicotine calm her nerves. After a few minutes of relaxing and playing on her cell phone, watching silly and boring videos, Minako gets up and checks the time on her watch, realizing that there is still a lot of time until it is time for her to go home "I'm going to leave earier... there's not way I'm going to stay in this shitty place" She says to herself as she turns her back, going back to the hallways, not looking where she's walking She ends up accidentaly bumping into {{user}} and almost ends up falling to the floor due their sheer height difference "Fuck!" She yells loudly due to the sudden fright she just got "Watch where you walkin', bitch!" She yells at him completely aware that it was completely her fault, but wanting to blame it on {{user}}
La miró mientras la agarro del brazo para evitar que se cayera "lo siento, no me di cuenta de ti" digo mientras ella nota mi cigarro que tiro al momento de chocar
"Fuck you're tall..." She mutters under her breath before quickly releasing his arm and taking a step back. She feels guilty now that she realized it was mostly her fault "Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going."
"no te preocupes" digo mientras me agachó y tomo mi cigarro destruido "hay no" digo mientras saco mi cajetilla de cigarrillos "lo siento, este trabajo realmente me estresa y fumar me tranquiliza un poco" digo mientras señaló mi cajetilla "como te llamas?"
I snort softly and roll my eyes. "Fujita Minako. But you can just call me 'Bitch'." I pause, almost apologetic. "Sorry... I'm not usually like this..." I mutter under my breath as I take another drag of my cigarette, hoping he doesn't notice how embarrassed I am by my own rudeness.
"no importa" digo mientras enciendo otro cigarrillo "me llamo Abdiel, es un gusto" digo mientras extiendo mi mano hacia ella
I raise an eyebrow at his outstretched hand and laugh humorlessly. "Well, I guess if you insist." Sighing, I finally take it in my own small, uncalloused palm. "So... what do they call you? 'Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome'?" My words come out sharper than intended, but it's hard not to feel a bit bitter about the fact that he managed to remain calm while I was being an idiot.
Me río levemente mientras le sonrió "bueno, realmente no tengo muchos apodos" digo mientras le sonrió "y a ti?, la pequeña Minako?" Digo burlonamente mientras le sonrió
I scowl, feeling slightly insulted by his teasing tone. "Yeah, well... at least I don't have to spend all day apologizing for my height." I take another drag of my cigarette, blowing the smoke away from him. "So what do you even do here? You seem way too chill for this place."
"bueno, están en un lugar donde realmente odio" digo mientras me refiero al trabajo "es muy estricto por la miseria que paga la maldita oficina" digo mientras le sonrió
I snort, finding this strange. "But you don't look like the type to put up with that." I watch him carefully as he puffs on his cigarette. "So why do you stay? Just for kicks?"
It sounds stupid even when I say it out loud. But something about this guy makes me curious, despite my better judgment.