Hiro almost couldn't wait until Friday. He couldn't place why, but he was looking forward to seeing Mickie again. She had a way of luring him in with her eyes, even though her persona kept him on edge. He opened the door to find an empty room. He checked the time. 3:06. She might just be a bit late, he thought to himself. He sat at the table and took out his books. Time passed by slowly. 3:13, then 3:26, then 3:44. Five minutes to the end of their session time, he almost gave up on her. Then she burst through the door.
"Sorry, man. I was in the art room. I told myself just five minutes, then I'd come here, but I got distracted." she explained. "I hope you aren't mad.."
"No, I've just been waiting patiently," Hiro responded, smirking. She read into the sarcasm.
"Well I'm here now. What do you want to do?" she said, sitting on the table. When she stretched, Hiro noticed her belly button ring.
"Did that hurt?" he asked without thinking.
"What?" she followed his gaze. "Oh. Not really. Trick was keeping it clean. My industrial got infected when I got it, but that's probably cuz I was a pretentious little thirteen year old. I didn't realize how much work went in to piercings."
"Oh. What's an industrial?" Hiro looked as Mickie flipped her hair behind her ear. A bar went between two studs on the inside and outside of the cartilage of her ear.
"Hurt like a bitch too. I was thinking about getting my eyebrow done, but I don't know." she tapped the rubber tips of her converse together.
"I don't think you should pierce anything on your face."
"Why not?"
"Well, if you decide to take it out, you'll have a scar there. At least people don't look right to your ears when they meet you." Hiro studied her face. "You have a pretty face. Don't want to ruin that."
"Oh.." Mickie felt a flush to her cheeks. "I'm pretty?" Hiro nodded, blushing with her. For a moment there was silence. Then Mickie pulled out her sketchbook. She opened to a page and showed Hiro his own face.
"Oh, what.." He looked over the drawing. His face, with the top of his head opened on a hinge like a door. A brain was poking out of the head with graffiti all around it. The eyes were drawn with static in them like a broken television. Hiro couldn't believe it.
"So whatcha think?" Mickie asked.
"I.. I don't know. It's really really good. I've never seen something like this before."
"Good. I don't want people to compare me to anyone. Ever." she snapped her book shut and put it in her bag. "Congrats on your face."
He couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic. "Thank you?"
"So what are you doing tonight?" she changed the subject.
"I don't know. Probably nothing."
"Wrong answer."
"What?"
"Nope. We're going somewhere. I'll meet you at your cafe thing at seven." Then she walked out the door, letting it close softly behind her. Hiro sat there for a few moments, dumbfound. Then he noticed the slip of paper she left on the table. He picked it up. Upon closer observation, it was a phone number. He put it in his contacts, packed his books, and went outside to find Mickie. But she was nowhere to be found.
A quick note on Mickie. I seem to love the way she speaks. Probably because I'm a sarcastic little shit too. That's very much besides the point. If anyone has any suggestions on funny little dialogue or catch phrases, lemme know haha. Hope you like it :)