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"One minute please, sir." Amelia waved Marco off without even looking up from the little old man who seemed very excited to see her. "O-oh my dearry me! Are you Amelia Cyan?" The old man asked. "My granddaughter loves your music! Listens to it non-stop that one!" "Oh! Uh, yeah I am!" then she muttered under her breath, "Wow! No ones every recognized me before!" Lia wiped the confusion from her face, and put on a super friendly, equally excited smile. "Do you want an autograph for your granddaughter?" The old man stared in shock. "Really? You'd do that, even though you are here on vacation?" "Of course!" |
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Marco took another drag from a cigarette when she dismissed him, one of the earlier woman coming to him and taking it from his lips, taking a drag with a smirk and walking off. He grinned, watching as she walked off while also overhearing the other lady's conversation. -Amelia Cyan? Never heard of it. Must be famous though, maybe as much as me? Hell, i'm not sure. Damn pretty, though.- He thought, the line moving up. |
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"Here you go, sir!" Amelia said, completely unaware of everything the boy behind her was doing. Heck, she hadn't even realized it was the same guy from the rodeo! "Have a good day!" She waved as the old man walked away. Then it was her turn to order. "I'll have two churros, extra cinnamon, a large lemon-lime shaved ice, and a cherry-NO! Apple pie!" Mia said while smiling sweetly. "Please," she added before she forgot. "Um...okay then...Are you sure you can eat all that?" said the person taking her order, with a sceptical look, almost like she thought Amelia was insane. "Did I ask for your opinion? I think not." she replied, glaring so hard it scared birds within a twelve foot radius away. "Now give me my food. What's my total?" |
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A few people stared at her in disgust of her tone towards a simple question asked by the cashier, muttering under their breaths as they walked away. Marco just grinned, putting his lighter back in his pocket. -Feisty, might be hard to tame but hey, it'll be worth it in the end.- He thought, remembering she had dismissed him with a wave of the hand and ignoring him. |
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"I repeat. What. Is. My. Total?" Amelia glared even hared than before, even making the cashier worker nervous. "Uhhh......Oh um yeah, it's uh, it's $75.99." she shook under Amelia's harsh gaze. "$75?! That's highway robbery! Where's your manager! I need to have a word with him!" Ameila saw how scared she was making the cashier worker, and instantly softened. "But first, will you please explain how much each item cost me? That way I will have a better understanding of the overall price, please and thank you." |
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Marco walked up to the register, tapping his card against the reader before slipping it back into his wallet and looking at Amelia. "There, problem solved." He mused, offering a smile to the cashier, the woman grinning back---her gaze staying on him as he walked off. |
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It took Amelia a moment to realize what happened. Did that random guy just pay for my junk? Why? What's the reason? What does he want in return? Or....is he just a kind person? Either way I should say thanks..... Amelia snatched all of her food, gave a quick "Thank you!" and ran after this mysterious man who paid for it all. "Hey! Hey you! Who are you?!" |
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Marco turned towards her, that same smug smirk on his face as all of the photos and posters of him, making him almost instantly reckognizable for most folkes in Oklahoma. He chuckled lightly, burning out his cigarette and tossing it to the ground. "Well miss, I think you should know me by now if you've been here long enough~" The man drawled in that same smooth tone |
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Amelia just tilted her head, confused. Then it dawned on her, like a acorn hit her in the head, why he seemed familiar. "Wait! You're that guy! The one who rode that bull in the rodeo just now?" she shifted the food in her arms. "Why did you pay for my food?" |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
