Echoes of Power
“Yes, that’s what I think too but that’s the kind of thing your mother loves!” Replied David as his son stated that the project was a serious piece of work.
“Indeed.” Alexandre agreed.
He was about to ask when the pizzas would be delivered when the door bell rung out.
“Don’t move, I’ll go!” He exclaimed as his father motioned to stand up. “I was just about to ask when the pizzas would get there by the way…” He added as he walked out of the room with a smile.
He opened the door after checking it was indeed the delivery man, he didn’t want to have to deal with an unwanted visitor. The delivery man turned around and he realized it was in fact a young woman, she had been turning her back to him when he had looked, with short dark hair and a bored expression on her face.
“Good evening sir. Here are the three pizzas you’ve ordered, that’ll be seventeen pounds and sixty cents.” She simply stated in an equally bored voice while chewing what he guessed was a gum.
The teenager almost lost his balance when he caught the large boxes she roughly shoved in his arms, only preventing his fall by holding on to the door knob.
“Uh, hi…” He replied, surprised by her attitude. “I’m gonna go get the money, just wait a bit.” He added before turning around and walking into the kitchen.
He put down the warm boxes and took the money his father had already prepared for it from the table and hurried back to the young woman with the blasé expression. She took the money with a deep sigh and opened the small pouch she had to her side, searching for the change she had to give him back. The young man took this opportunity to look at her in detail. She must not have been much older than her mid twenties. Her short dark hair was mostly covered by the red cap she was wearing but the teenager guessed it wasn’t her natural hair color, it was too dark to be.
That added to her dark make up, eyes surrounded by dark mascara and purple lipstick, and the number of piercings on her lips and ears gave a pretty clear picture. One didn’t have to take a look at her black turtleneck shirt, the worn out jeans and the heavy boots to guess she had gone for the full gothic look. She was surrounded by an unpleasant aura, only emphasized by her attitude. Despite that Alexandre guessed she must have not been ugly under all these artifacts, trying to imagine her without any of it. If only she’d smile a little… He caught himself thinking as he studied her scowl.
He hesitated a second before finally calling out to her as she struggled to find the necessary change to give him back.
“Uh, excuse me miss…?” He said.
“Yeah?” She simply asked without looking up, still chewing her gum.
“You can just forget the change and keep it as a tip.” The teenager explained with a small tempting smile.
“You sure?” She asked, looking up this time, though with her dull expression and her eyebrows furrowed he couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or not.
“Yeah, sure.” He said, trying to keep his smile up but finding it very difficult in front of her pseudo scowl.