Reborn (Open PO)
Weird Guy
July 2 years earlier.
Emely looked at her shadow in front of the mirror. He held his breath so he could line up the jeans he was wearing. A thin jacket he snatched from a clothes hanger, no more time to fix or apply powder on his face, while grumbling he walked to the motorcycle metic his cousin's legacy. His phone kept ringing from earlier made him more rushed.
He could imagine Carly's face snatching away like a volcano ready to spew hot lava and Pinkan was a thorny snare that would hold her feet tightly. The lovers are really troublesome. They make a photo stand at the annual exhibition in their city. The event was held in the city's central square. Visitors to their premises are suddenly full and need additional photographers.
Emely himself is not a photographer, he just likes to play the camera and always learn from the yootube, the results are quite decent. His original work was in a peronalia distributor office. Weekends he used to study.
“How long was it?” As expected, Charly stood with wide eyes in front of the stand. While the queue of visitors crowded the place.
“I have to say goodbye to my ant farm. You know, I can't leave without saying goodbye to them one by one," his conjecture covered the annoyance of the athletic man in front of him.
Charly bit his lips, his cheeks turned sunken restraining anger so as not to yell resentfully in front of the crowd. He knew the girl in front of him pretty well. Arguing with him could take days.
“This shirt again!” the sound of the Pinkan attracts the attention of other visitors. He successfully scored a red curate on Emely's face.
“What's wrong?” grunts Emely. Her best friend always questioned her appearance. “If you don't like it, I can go home! It is better for me to sit at home quietly, than to have to face a magical cat like you.”
“Come in!” Charly pulled the girl's hand without caring for her chatter.
It's just a small place, Charly as a photo grafer. Pinkan take care of clothes and also as an editor. And a new face sitting in a corner busy face-to-face with the tablet.
Emely moved her eyes, asking for an explanation of who was there.
“Oh." Carly understands. “Emely this is my cousin Marvin.”
“Hay." the grin imprinted on the girl's face, she excitedly reached out. But the bespectacled man did not care, he scratched his face, moved the corner of his lips at a glance, then returned in his world.
“Weird people,” hiss Emely.
Emely bent her head deeply, suppressing the boisterous war drums within her head. His skull stiffened, a red hue bursting all over his face, it became dynamite not worth seeing. The tall, pale-skinned man next to him was the strangest creature he had ever met, being in a crowd but not wanting to socialize. He did not respond to Emely in the slightest, nor did the requests of the customers who came.
The burden on Emely's shoulders grows as the world's most annoying couple disappears from where they are, dozens of customers he serves himself.
“DIAM!” His baritone voice suddenly silenced the lovers who were being served by Emely for 20 minutes, he had managed to reach a photo pose agreement for them. The thin woman who wants to look proportionate and a fat man who wants to look slim.
Emely turned her head around and had to shift some heavy plastic trees over the man. His back screamed pain so bent. And now after the snapping of the bespectacled man in the box, their looks were inexplicable, that very second they could destroy this place.
“Casual, dude,” said Emely trying to sound familiar, in terms of her raging heart.
“You who?” reply Marvin without turning.
If his veins had been cut, he would have thrown a camera tripot into Marvin's face.
Just look I'm gonna hide your glasses, you're gonna be a poor bird that hits a coconut tree and gets hit by a watermelon! Inner Emely.
“We will go and tell people not to come to your place!” angry skinny shiny-haired lady in front of Emely.
“Yeah, your place is the worst!” add partner.
“Oh,” says Emely softly, his tongue until moody when he speaks. “Really? I just wanted to say you guys are the most compatible couple I've ever seen. Your partner is very beautiful, sir. Miss, you look beautiful from any position your picture was taken.”
“You licked!”
Both men looked at.
“Ah, another one as an apology from me and the Prince of Hell who was stranded with me in this completely unpleasant situation, you guys get our service for free.”
“Not interesting, we can take photos easily in other places,” said the man.
“Ah! One free pizza voucher?” Emely saw it at the Pinkan table earlier.
“My girlfriend is on a diet!” the woman snapped when she saw the smile on her lover's face.
“Yeah, yeah!” errat the man was in a hurry.
“I know the best places that sell prayers and other fresh foods that are very good for the diet, you will not be tormented.”
“Really?”
“Sure!” Emely pulled a piece of paper writing down the ketring address of healthy food belonging to his neighbor and then pushed the couple out in a hurry, of course with a sweet sentence.
“I'll be out now!” she screamed at the tulip flower pot in front of the camera.
“Leave me alone?” ask Marvin suddenly.
“Should I care?” reply Emely. His eyes were still fixed on the flower pot, inviting the plastic object to talk.
“I'm the one who spoke,” said Marvin.
“Oh!” Emely turned to rub her black hair, looking at Marvin cynically, “you can ...” Their eyes clashed. Marvin's glasses are dated, his green eyeballs splashing Emely with a strange vibe. He lost the word for a moment.
“You can what?”
“Can ... can be alone here, of course.”
“At least you put a cap sign in front.”
“No need, there's you here!”
“I'm not a photographer!”
“Alright, if you want to see me gobble up those plastic flowers before starving to death, I'll stay here.”
Marvin's red lips pursed for a moment and shrugged his shoulders.
“You want me to buy something?”
“Successfully only!”
“Alright, broccoli salad is perfect for your personality!”
“Anything, origin not broccoli!”
Emely rolled her eyeballs, the tremor almost made her think Marvin was her soul mate but the tone was still the same, it was a stark denial.
