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dante & natalia
dialogue - #708090 | dialogue - #A5435C
dialogue - #708090 | dialogue - #A5435C
A cab? Yes, Dante supposed traveling by land would do it, although one of those drones they were always told about in Area 51 sounded just perfect right about now.
The young man's question as to how they got there was, although something logical to ask in this situation, not something Dante was going to answer. By foot would be their sincere answer, but he was sure that would only raise more questions. Were they stranded? Where did they come from? The last thing he needed was to have to waste time coming up with lies that wouldn't backfire.
When the young man offered a ride, Dante raised an eyebrow in response. As long as no questions apart from destination were asked, it would work. Dante wouldn't be particularly thrilled about involving someone else into this mess of theirs, but then again, he valued his chance for freedom way too much. If they didn't get out, they might never see the light of the day ever again, if the government didn't just kill them right away.
Dante was about to accept the offer when Elena cut in. Dante frowned at the girl as she went off about altruism, wishing he had the powers to shut her up. To hell with her trying to teach this young man a lesson-- Dante wasn't trying to be mean, but what they needed at this moment was the generosity of someone considering they had limited money and Dante didn't know how much it would cost them to get to their destination fast. Now, who knows how much this girl thinking of paying him.
But they had no more options, he supposed. They needed to leave now.
It hadn't been hard for Natalia to overhear the conversation as she lingered on a table nearby, passing the wet cloth over the shiny surface more than once. She hadn't meant to overhear at first and, really, she had not been very interested in what the two newcomers had to say. Some stupid runaway teenagers trying to rebel, she had supposed, but as soon as money was mentioned, her interest had peaked. Money was always tight around the house, even without her grandmother around anymore, and her classes had just increased their price per session.
Looking out towards the window, she spotted her car parked. She was almost at the end of her shift -and ringing out fifteen minutes early and losing four dollars was nothing if they were going to pay good-, no classes the next day, and some gas still left in her tank. The idea of just having to drive these two brats if it meant money was involved was heaven to her ears.
With that, she put away the rag and came over to the table, placing -well, basically slapping down- the two menus she held on the table. "I heard you need a ride?" she asked, not even feeling ashamed of them knowing she was overhearing. "I got my car out here. Some gas still left to run it. How much money are we talking about here?" she asked, her fiery eyes meeting the girl's, a smile poised on her lips.
Dante internally groaned. If Elena had just kept quiet and accepted the help... Now they had someone else breathing down their backs about it-- and this girl had the audacity to just interrupt them. Dante couldn't help but think that the young woman would end up being more problematic than the passive-looking guy, just by the way she had approached them.
"No, thanks," Dante grumbled, frowning slightly. Plus, she looked like the type that was ready to fight for a higher payment.
It seemed like that small response set her off. The smile didn't waver but there she was clearly displeased by the look in her dark eyes.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm going to need you to sit down and order something," Natalia said, motioning towards the menus she had put down, "Or leave. I don't want you bothering my customers while they work."
Dante frowned, "We'll be leaving in a minute," he said, before turning back to Avery.
Beyond the window, his eyes caught sight of the dry scenery outside, where a man was making his way to the diner. Dante wasn't one to forget faces and his eyes widened as he saw a face he recognized. It wasn't a recognized face. But would he remember? Dante's gray eyes flickered to Elena, a hint of worry flashing in them. Would he remember her? There were two chances for this man to remember them and, worse case scenario, immediately stop and report them. Dante knew they always carried devices and he wasn't sure if they carried them outside of Area 53. They couldn't take that risk.
"We need to head out now," Dante said, looking down at Avery and grabbing Elena's wrist, hoping that it made the point or that she at least saw the man beyond. "Remember we're expected to be there."
The young man's question as to how they got there was, although something logical to ask in this situation, not something Dante was going to answer. By foot would be their sincere answer, but he was sure that would only raise more questions. Were they stranded? Where did they come from? The last thing he needed was to have to waste time coming up with lies that wouldn't backfire.
When the young man offered a ride, Dante raised an eyebrow in response. As long as no questions apart from destination were asked, it would work. Dante wouldn't be particularly thrilled about involving someone else into this mess of theirs, but then again, he valued his chance for freedom way too much. If they didn't get out, they might never see the light of the day ever again, if the government didn't just kill them right away.
Dante was about to accept the offer when Elena cut in. Dante frowned at the girl as she went off about altruism, wishing he had the powers to shut her up. To hell with her trying to teach this young man a lesson-- Dante wasn't trying to be mean, but what they needed at this moment was the generosity of someone considering they had limited money and Dante didn't know how much it would cost them to get to their destination fast. Now, who knows how much this girl thinking of paying him.
But they had no more options, he supposed. They needed to leave now.
It hadn't been hard for Natalia to overhear the conversation as she lingered on a table nearby, passing the wet cloth over the shiny surface more than once. She hadn't meant to overhear at first and, really, she had not been very interested in what the two newcomers had to say. Some stupid runaway teenagers trying to rebel, she had supposed, but as soon as money was mentioned, her interest had peaked. Money was always tight around the house, even without her grandmother around anymore, and her classes had just increased their price per session.
Looking out towards the window, she spotted her car parked. She was almost at the end of her shift -and ringing out fifteen minutes early and losing four dollars was nothing if they were going to pay good-, no classes the next day, and some gas still left in her tank. The idea of just having to drive these two brats if it meant money was involved was heaven to her ears.
With that, she put away the rag and came over to the table, placing -well, basically slapping down- the two menus she held on the table. "I heard you need a ride?" she asked, not even feeling ashamed of them knowing she was overhearing. "I got my car out here. Some gas still left to run it. How much money are we talking about here?" she asked, her fiery eyes meeting the girl's, a smile poised on her lips.
Dante internally groaned. If Elena had just kept quiet and accepted the help... Now they had someone else breathing down their backs about it-- and this girl had the audacity to just interrupt them. Dante couldn't help but think that the young woman would end up being more problematic than the passive-looking guy, just by the way she had approached them.
"No, thanks," Dante grumbled, frowning slightly. Plus, she looked like the type that was ready to fight for a higher payment.
It seemed like that small response set her off. The smile didn't waver but there she was clearly displeased by the look in her dark eyes.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm going to need you to sit down and order something," Natalia said, motioning towards the menus she had put down, "Or leave. I don't want you bothering my customers while they work."
Dante frowned, "We'll be leaving in a minute," he said, before turning back to Avery.
Beyond the window, his eyes caught sight of the dry scenery outside, where a man was making his way to the diner. Dante wasn't one to forget faces and his eyes widened as he saw a face he recognized. It wasn't a recognized face. But would he remember? Dante's gray eyes flickered to Elena, a hint of worry flashing in them. Would he remember her? There were two chances for this man to remember them and, worse case scenario, immediately stop and report them. Dante knew they always carried devices and he wasn't sure if they carried them outside of Area 53. They couldn't take that risk.
"We need to head out now," Dante said, looking down at Avery and grabbing Elena's wrist, hoping that it made the point or that she at least saw the man beyond. "Remember we're expected to be there."