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He smirked, nodding. "Yep, though I prefer to go by 'number one bull rider in the state' but, that's also true. I'm Marco, Marco Romano." The man mused, chuckling at her next problem. "Well you pretty thing, it seemed to be a problem so, went ahead and fixed it." |
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"One, hi my names Amelia. Two, don't call me that unless you want this churro shoved down your throat. And three, why were you over there anyway?" she asked, eyeing him suspicously. |
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"You're a feisty one, gotta give that to ya." He mused, voice smooth as he had a confused look when she asked question three. "What, am I not allowed to get in line for the food stand?" |
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"If you were in line, then why did you buy my food and walk off?" she said, realizeing now that this man was messing with her. Amelia crossed her arms and raised one as she talked. "So what were you really doing?" |
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He yawned, unfazed by her tone. "Because you practically blew up over it and besides, wanted something else then what they have." Marco explained, rolling his eyes at her next question. "Was going to get food, you blew up, realized other stands have better options, and boom. End of story." |
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"Hey! I did not blow up! That lady was first being mean to the old man, then was judgeing me and my food choices! She has no right to do that! I was just defending myself." Amelia crossed her arms again and turned her head away from him. How dare this man that I don't even now say I blew up like a little kid! Does he even know who I am? |
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He just chuckled, a bit shocked. "Ma'am, in no way do I mean this in any disrespect but, you kinda blew up over the price, which is normal for that amount." |
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Her face turned red in embarasment. "I...I did not!" Then realizing what it might seem like added "And it's not like I couldn't afford it. I could, very easily....And thank you for the politness of that statement." |
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"Hey, it's nothin' to be ashamed about. Shit's expensive nowadays," He mused with a chuckle, a gleam present in his eyes. |
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"No, like, I genuanlly could afford it. I could probably by this entire faire out of food if I wanted. NOT THAT I WOULD!!!!!!" Amelia started blushing like crazy, but in the embarased way. Why I am I telling this stranger so much? I was just trying to say thank you, and yet now we're having a..... well, I supose it's inbetween a argument and a conversation. A debate, maybe? |
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