025. Strangers
"Okay, if you guys don't mind, I'm leaving to go take a break," I said as I picked up my purse and put it on my shoulder.
"Ok! Well if you're going shopping, can I come?" Elizaveta said. "I need some new jeans some of mine are getting worn.
"I wasn't really going to go shopping, I just want to look around." I replied as Bella came in.
"But that's so boring! We should all go shopping!" she exclaimed as I shook my head.
"Nah, you guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there later."
"'Kay well have fun!" Seychelles said as I started to walk off.
"You too!"
A couple of minutes after I looked around. "Huh… Who knew it would be here… Of all places…"
"Lovely place isn't it?" a far-too-familiar voice said as I turned my head to acknowledge the voice.
"I'm sorry I don't talk to strangers," I replied coldly.
"Excuse me? You certainly do know me!"
"No, the person I knew didn't raise taxes on my family, and they didn't kill four of my people either!"
"You're still mad? My people needed that money and I certainly was not going to make my own people pay!"
I huffed in reply as I got up and walked away.
"I'll take that as a yes…" the Britain sighed in frustration in sadness as he stared at me retreating figure.
Author's Notes
Aw, poor Iggy. She's still mad at him! That's what you get for taxing other people except your own!
R&R please!