31 Three hours of history and architecture killed me. (1/2)
01h50pm With Leo we walked hand in hand. He did not ask me for an explanation but I think to give it to him in abbreviated version and lightened a little later. We found an Italian restaurant in the area and two pizza cost us a whopping $ 60. Upper East Side is not a neighborhood where to stop for ordering fast food. Currently, we are waiting Steve at the bottom of my building.
A sublime car stops near us, a boy who is not more than eighteen years old comes out and rushes towards me. He grab my hands. ”Miss Hanckok, I am John. I volunteered to pick you up. I was not the only one but your father pointed to me. I'm very happy to meet you, but it's a shame that you wear a cap and sunglasses, it hides your beauty. By the way, who is this boy next to you? Is this your agent? Yes I guess it is, nice to meet you, Miss Hanckok's agent.”
This guy is crazy. I control my laughter but Leo does not laugh. He takes John's hands away from mine And answers before me. ”My name is Leo and I'm Lisa John's boyfriend so keep your dirty hands away from her.”
John shakes his head. ”Impossible, it's impossible. If I believe this accent, you are French and Lisa deserves an American like me. Leo take a plane and do not bother Lisa, you will be a good boy.”
He's crazy it's confirmed. ”That's enough. John, glad to meet you, but I'm sorry Leo is my boyfriend and I'm very happy with him. For the moment we would do well to go quickly to the theater otherwise I think my father will be angry with you.”
John backs up smiles and opens the front door and invites me to sit down. Leo opens the back door and takes my hand. We sit both in the back and I have the feeling that this trip will be fun. All along the road that leads us to the theater, I try to calm my laugh as I can because these two idiots do not stop to insult and fight verbally for any reason. According to John, a guy as ugly as Leo deserves a monkey for girl friend and he still thinks he is generous by saying that. Abruti, asshole, little dick, shit bag ..., the sweet words do not stop ringing in my ears. When finally we arrive at the Majestic Theater, John locks the door of Leo and runs to open my door. Leo passes over the seat, exits through the driver's door, removes the keys and throws them into sewers. Two kids, they are two kids in puberty who accompany me. John looks at the keys missing and his face whitens. He runs inside the theater shouting to Leo that this time, he will return to France with a good kick in the ass. When he comes back, he has a smile on his face but the man who accompanies him does not smile and only stares at Leo with a dark look.
He gets closer to Leo and I feel that this guy is not kidding. He is not a sweet person who can be pissed off without retaliation behind. I put myself in front of Leo whose size is equal toto mine thanks to my heels of four centimeters. ”Sir, do not hit him. If you help me lift the plaque I'll go get your keys and everything will work out, okay?”
He calms down a bit, probably not wanting to hit me. ”Who are you little girl?”
I expire because very frankly this guy is pretty thick and if he put me a right, I would feel it. ”I'm his girlfriend and I'm sorry but these two morons did not stop to behave like children and that's how it ended.”
He looks at me strangely. Do not he like the cap style in dress? ”It's not you who made the mistake so let me hit this bastard.”
I take my smartphone because in my opinion Steve must know him. If he managed to make him listen to reason, then everything would be fine. I call Steve just telling him to come quickly to the theater and I hang up. ”My father may persuade you to calm down, but in the meantime, hit a garbage can, for example, to release the pressure.”
He takes me by the wrist and stares at me. The strength he has this bastard. ”Trash can? you take me for a small dick?.”