Darcy's house, 19: 32 PM
It's been a few hours since she received an invitation card to the chief's daughter's opera show. She flips the card in her hand, reading it again and again.
She leaves the half-eaten pork sandwich on the counter along with a glass of cider, and sits on the sofa next to telephone table. She lit a match and takes a cigarette out of the box left on said table. There are cigarettes and ashtrays everywhere in her house for when she is feeling too nervous to eat.
What's annoying her is "+1" written on the card.
She could just go alone. Or with her parents… who have no interest in opera. No siblings, no friends, no one.
Chief was right, no one will befriend her with this attitude. Accept for…
Darcy looks at telephone, hesitantly. Her fingers freeze and shake as she takes a puff. "Come on Darcy." She courage's herself and presses the card on her forehead.
A few deep breathes.
She Purses her lips and finally raises her hand to dial a number, regretting after each digit.
Aaron's room, 19: 53
Aaron gets out of bathroom, wearing an oversized wool bathrobe. And goes straight to the table he puts his gramophone on and picks the same record he listens to everyday, before he could put it on the phone rings. His head snaps towards the telephone on his nightstand.
He sits on his bed and answers the phone. "Yes?" He spits dryly. But when he hears miss Palmer's voice, his brows raise and his lips curve into a heartwarming smile. "Miss Palmer! How are you?"
Darcy still feels awkward about what she is doing and flinches when Aaron actually answers. "Shut the f- Listen! um… I'm invited to an opera show; The chief's daughter, remember?" She faces palms, leaning back. Squeezes he cigarette in her hand.
He nods casually. "I do. Good for her."
"I know right? Amazing. But, I…" Her brain doesn't respond anymore. "…have no one to come with me.
Haha!" She fakes a laugh before slapping her forehead. Her face twists and she chews the end of cigar instead of inhaling.
He hums.
Ugh this guy can't take a hint!
"I-I mean if you know someone who's interested in opera, I could introduce them as my friend…"
Aaron's pupils widen when she says that. And before he could respond, she adds… "Are your sisters free?"
His face falls. He is the one who likes opera, not them. Besides; he really wants to be introduced as her friend instead of just an apprentice. "umm… no I don't know…" He gulps, Adam apple bobbing. "B-but I can come with you… if that's okay." He nervously grins. His stomach twists as she hums.
"it's a good idea! I almost forgot you're an expert in music!" Darcy acts surprised even though she isn't good at lying, at least not at the moment. She fakes a laughter and he nods, chewing the inside of his cheek. "That's right, so where and when?"
"Oh, we should go to Las Vegas. The train leaves tomorrow at 8."
"Las Vegas?!" He grins in excitement, the most he could do. He barely shows any emotion but you could almost tell if his tone is assertive, joyful or even aggressive. "Are we going to be "us" or shall be pick new identities? Like a…" He pouts, thinking. "Mother and son?"
Darcy squints.
Aaron keeps a straight face when she bursts out of anger. "Mother and what?? How old do you think I am? I'm just 13 years older than you! You gelled up dwarf!"
He just nods cause that's all he should do now that Darcy went bananas. "That's right, so no identities."
"Get your ass here and pick me up tomorrow morning." Her tone is annoyed but at least she's not yelling anymore. "Great! See ya!" He hangs up and takes a deep breath. Thinking about tomorrow. He has a list of questions to ask her as an idol. He stands up and walks to the gramophone to put the record on and does his night routine. Have some herbal tea, do some stretch exercise and brush teeth with fluoride before going to sleep.
Darcy face palms and sighs, dropping the phone to swing from the wire. "See that wasn't so hard." She lies to herself, taking a puff. Well, most of the cigar is now burnt and bitter so she just throws it away. She sighs, turning to see tones of clothing in her force-shut case.