Allergy
1074 Words
"Let me go" She suddenly whispered back.
"Oh, Sorry" He let go of her.
"...Uh" She coughed.
"Sorry about that, too" She sniffed
"What?" He looked at her.
"I didn't actually sneeze involuntarily. I sneezed intentionally now though"
"Huh? But Why?"
"You...were touching me and...and I didn't really fancy that. I wanted you to let go" She couldn't look at him.
"Uhm...You could have told me inste-
"My Ketchup" She stretched her arm, cutting him off.
"Hold on" Alfred smiled.
"What's that?" She looked at his face.
"You aren't sneezing today, why?"
"Huh? True. Why? I wonder why as well"
"Maybe it's because it's Morning?" She smiled.
"Or Maybe because you're Allergic to me?" He folded his lips.
"Allergic to you? I doubt. Does that make sense" She scratched her head.
"So, What do you think?"
"What do I think? Nah, I just simply think you're stilla Flower Ghost"
"A Flower Ghost? Why?" Alfred rolled his eyes.
"That because I ain't a fan of Flowers"
"Why not?"
"Actually- She coughed slightly.
"I'm allergic to Flowers"
"What?"
"I hate them...Flowers"
"Why?"
She looked at him quickly "Why ask “Why”? I told you what you needed to Know"
"I'm just a little surprised. Flowers are fragile and beautiful...Most Girls love them"
"Not for me,, I'm different" Rita sniffed
"But, Its strange why I ain't still sneezing" Rita arched her brows.
"Maybe it because I took my bathe?" Alfred smiled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She laughed.
"You think I'm allergic to your body odor?"
"No, Not that"
"Then What?"
"You are allergic to me"
"What?"
"You heard me right"
"Why did you say that? Are you really a Flower Ghost?"
Alfred laughed "Nah, I'm a Flower Boy"
"Flower Boy my foot" She scoffed.
"No, For real. I'm a Florist"
"A Flo...rist?... Someone that sells and buys Flowers?"
"Yup"
"That was why I keep sneezing anytime I'm around you. The fragrance from the flowers won't depart from you since you come in contact with them in your every day life, but not until you take your bathe"
"Definitely not a shower,, and You're right"
"It makes sense now" Rita looked deeply at him.
"Now, moral lesson, flower boy. Don't come close to me, till you take your bathe"
"Huh?"
"Yeah...Flower Boy"
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"You can't do that Ma'am" Dan furrowed his brows.
"What do you mean I can't?" The Lady looked at him with rage.
"You can't seize my bicycle for nothing-
"Nothing, you say? Nothing?" She scoffed.
"Mr Drey?" She called, rolling her left hand.
"Yes Ma'am?" Mr Drey, Her Manager walked to her. He had a moustache and wore a black suit.
"He wants to know his crime" She smirked.
"Crime? What crume did i commit? Parking here is now a crime? I might have you sued for your words and actions" Dan warned.
"Go on Boy" She touched his jaw with her long false finger.
"You are also going know who is gonna win the case I've got good lawyers and they are gonna make sure they bring you down at all possible cost"
"I didn't do anything wrong!!" Dan stated.
"You still talking kid!" Drey thundered.
"Parking a car-
"It wasn't a car, Old fool" She eyed him coldly.
"Oh" He coughed in embarrassment. Dan chuckled and Mr Drey gave him a glare. Dan quickly positioned himself and got serious.
"You!!, whoever you are, parked your vehicle-
"I wouldn't refer that to a vehicle, i***t. It looks more...more like a, what should I call it,, a mere useless engine"
"Please, Don't say that to my Bicycle. I treasure it so mu-
"So, It's a bicycle eyy?" Mr Drey laughed.
"Anyways, Young man. For illegal parking, Your bicycle have been seized by the owner of the land till further notice" Mr Drey continued laughing.
"Assh*le! You should have said owner of the “Company” too! Land doesn't give any justice at all" She glared at Mr Drey with her sharp eyes.
Her long false eyelashes pointed at him annoyingly.
"I...said that, Ma'am" He quavered.
"You didn't! He Goat! You didn't say “Company” cause that what matters. I should have fired you since-
"I think I've had enough of your chit chat. Cut this crap and give me my f**king bicycle!" Dan growled, interrupting her.
"Oh my! Wow...What a dude? You expect me to be scared? Oww- She rolled her eyes.
"I'm scared, Someone save me" She mocked laughing.
Mr Drey also laughed but Tracy quickly shot him a hard glare and he stopped laughing immediately.
"I really need that bicycle, please! Besides, I'm late already"
"So, You know the world “Please”? Well, Yeah Yeah. You should be late because you deserve it"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm also late for my meeting as well. It ia a 450 million dollars meeting, so out of my way"
"Like I care" He scoffed.
"Oh Really??.....Mr Drey??" She called
"Yes Ma'am!!"
"His bicycle. I've heard enough of his gibberish! Make sure to have it burnt" She curved her fingers stylishly trying to walk out.
"Yes Ma'am!"
"And who do you think you are?" Dan said curtly.
"Me?" She smiled turning to him.
"I guess I didn't really introduce myself well to you. I own this building...Cici Cosmetics and Colognes Company,, I'm Miss Tracy Glee"
"So, What do you think will happen if a big lady like you gets caught in an amazing scandal?" He smirked.
"What? What do you mean?" She frowned.
"You started it first" He muttered
"What the hell is he say- Tracy paused when she felt Dan's lips resting on hers. He threw his arm around her body, pulled her closer and began to kiss her in public!.
Tracy kept her eyes opened while her hand bag fell down her hand. Mr Drey stood there looking puzzled.
She quickly pushed him off and touched her lips. "Wha...at dii..d you just do to me?" She shivered looking down.
Dan looked at her confusedly, wondering why she sounded so calm unlike her usual self.
"Ma'am! In the car!! Your allergies...It's coming" Mr Drey yelled as Tracy took her eyes to him. Tears clouded her eyes.
"What the- Dan looked at her face which suddenly brought out red rashes.
Drey quickly turned her, grabbed her arm and led her to the car.
Dan looked at the car zoom off. "What just happened?" He scratched his head in confusion.
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