Atlas maneuvered the car quietly, the corners of his eyes squinting despite the deadly glares from his side. Glancing at Lola, his eyes landed on a personification of wreckage.
"Tch." Lola scoffed, clicking her tongue as she finally shifted her death glares to the poor roadside.
Just moments ago, she was as pretty as a modern princess. Now, she had morphed into a witch. All because this guy thought her disguise was something she just put on as simply as his face mask. Of course, Lola argued with him, but the guy wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t drive, he wouldn’t let her leave and drive herself, and he had just turned himself into a living Stop sign.
The worst part was that he dared to say he should’ve just offered his head mask after everything was done.
"My neck’s a little stiff," she said, touching her neck, feeling her blood pressure rise. "Ah, good grief."
"Sign of aging."
She paused and turned to him. "What?"
"If you’re starting to hurt there, that’s a sign of aging," he said in a very flat tone.
"Tell me you’re joking."
"Ask the doctor. He’d confirm it."
"I was being sarcastic," she laughed, intuitively rummaging through her purse for something.
This man did her a huge favor by blocking all interested buyers for the properties Lawrence was selling. She could have done that too, but his words were more efficient. However, she should’ve expected he wanted something in return.
Talk about a greedy business deal!
"What are you looking for?" he asked as she rummaged through her bag, only to see her look up at him with a wide smile.
"Earplugs. Chacha, Second, and even Slater were very kind to give me a few pairs." She then raised a small box with a few cute stickers on it as a design. "Very fancy for an earplug case, don’t you think?"
Atlas shrugged at her while she wasted no second putting them on.
"Hello? Hello?" She cleared her throat, her fingers pressed against the earplugs. "Hey, hey?"
She tested how effective they were as if she were testing a microphone. Surprisingly, all she heard was her muffled voice, facing Atlas squarely.
"Hey, can you try speaking?!" she asked. "I need to test it!"
"..." Atlas ignored her.
"Atlas!" she called, not realizing her voice was rising. "Can you hear me?!"
He didn’t answer immediately, staring at the road ahead as his passenger morphed into a speaker. He cocked his head back, sliding his eyes to her.
Instead of speaking, he just mouthed, ’What?’
"What?!" she laughed aloud. "You’re saying something?!"
This time, he moved his mouth without making a sound. She stared at his moving lips, her cheeks turning pinkish as she beamed. Satisfied, she nodded at him and shrugged.
"Yep, can’t hear you."
I didn’t think these earplugs really had a use, she thought to herself, impressed by the twins. They are truly lifesaving.
Half an hour later, Atlas found himself seated on a stainless steel bench in the hallway of an acting class. Lola was waiting with her legs crossed, her elbow on top of her knee, her cheek resting on the bottom of her palm. She held her phone with the other hand while sucking on a lollipop she got from his car.
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