Gang Back Together

Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 18
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Midnight: “Cal! You’re here!”

Rog groaned in the background, conveniently, since he had already been groaning.

Cal (stunned): “I am. Why are you?”

Midnight: “Don’t be so excited to see us. Whoops! It looks like I’m already picking up some of your trademark sarcasm. Meanwhile, you’ve made a turn for the worse, taking on an air of bitterness.”

Cal (snapping out of it): “No, no. I’m just confused again. I didn’t expect to see you so near my house. Do you live near here?”

Midnight: “Nope.”

Cal: “Then I guess I should ask if you’re stalking me.”

Midnight: “Nope.” Her voice then transformed into a faux-whisper. “Somebody is stalking me, though.”

Cal: “Who?”

Midnight made a triumphant gesture, presenting Rog.

Rog: “WHAT?!”

Cal: “Oh. I could’ve guessed that.”

Rog: “My sultana, surely you know that I simply bequest your company. It is you who picked up the phone this morning – you who are still in control.” The fact that he was using the word “sultana” revealed the weaknesses in Rog’s argument.

Midnight: “Calm down, Rog. I’m joking. Don’t be so touchy.”

Rog attempted to follow her instructions: “I’m sorry, madame. Everything is…”

Midnight (interrupting): “Nobody likes a touchy stalker.”

However Rog intended to end his sentence, he didn’t. He collapsed to the floor instead.

Geraldine (to Midnight): “Excuse me, miss.”

Midnight: “Yes, kindly lady?”

Geraldine: “Oh my. What a polite young woman. People your age are usually very rude customers. Why, don’t get me started on the young man with goggles I just had an encounter with. Where did he go, anyway?” A crushed shadow flickered somewhere below.

Geraldine (continuing): “Miss, you have been so nice to me in these past few moments. I have something I want to say to you.”

Midnight: “Yes, kindly lady?”

Geraldine: “Oh! There it is again! You really are polite, aren’t you?” Midnight simply smiled. “Anyway, I want to say that even though you seem like a wonderful person, you’d be better off looking for food at another store. I’m not supposed to sell you anything, either.” Geraldine held up a photo of Midnight.

Midnight kept smiling: “I know.”