cheer and call her name. "Elgora!" They scream. She waves and continues walking. A red headed woman holds grocery bags and cranes her neck to see over the people. She sighed and started walking. As she was walking, she didn't see a man in a purple cape walking in the opposite direction, they collided.
Her groceries spill onto the pavement. A head of cabbage rolls down the street. She doesn't look up as she begins to pick up her groceries. As she scans the sidewalk for her things; she sees a pair of feet. She slowly works her way up the curving body and lays her eyes on a can of ravioli in a foreign hand.
"Thank you." She said. Not looking at the strangers face, fearing to blush.
"I'm sorry. MMM…ravioli. I love ravioli."
"Me too." She simply stated.
"Let me help you up." said the gentleman.
She took the strangers hand and found he was beautiful. She looked at his hair, which was a pale silverfish/purple. His figure was womanish, yet he was strangely manly. She looked at his eyes. They were a mystical hazel. He smiled a small, yet seductive smile.
"What's your name, prey tell?"
"Annabelle. What's yours?"
"I am Kuja of Terra." He bowed. She smiled and was very warm in the face. "Can I accompany you to dinner?"
"Yes." She said without thinking.
"Okay then," He grabbed her bag and said, "Lead the way."
Millions of people screamed. Annabelle shook her head. Under Kuja's breath, he said, "Neanderthals. They cheer for such a reclusive woman when they should bow down to me."
Annabelle raised an eyebrow and kept walking. "What would you like for dinner?" She asked.
"You…I mean ravioli."
She stopped and looked at him. He grinned slyly and shrugged his shoulders. 'She's perfect.' He thought to himself. They finally made it to her door. She unlocked the door and they went inside. Her home was modest and unkempt. He looked around as she looked at him she was waiting for the usual look of disgust that she receives especially when her mother comes.
Instead, she was greeted with a look of joy. He jumped on her couch and said "Your home reminds me of my auction house. A beautiful irony? You looked as me as though I would walk straight out the front door because of untidiness, but on the contrary, I relish in the fact that you are just like me." Her mouth dropped.
"Kuja, you are full of surprises." He laughed. This was the first time she heard him laugh. It was maniacal. It sent shivers down her spine. She knew when she first met him that she had an odd connection to him. She loved him, yet she was timid around him. At this point, she noticed him digging in her coat closet.
He reached in and stated, "I love your black duster. I have one."
She smiled at how he was comfortable in her home. Still, she was uneasy at how he was scrounging through her thing. Annabelle blew off the thought just as quickly. She went into the kitchen and started to heat up ravioli. Kuja asked, "May I come talk to you?"
"Sure." She answered.
"How long have you had a home in Gaia?"
"I moved here last year with hopes of getting away from my mother." She lazily stated.
Yes. The parents are usually the worst, are they not?"