So Funny
Oceane reemerged from the waiting room with an all too suspicious grin about her face. "Junior?" she said interrogatively. "She is the Second to whom?"
"Drop it," Sands said, leaving the question where it lay.
"You never mentioned you had a kid-.."
"Thanks for pointing that out. You never mentioned if you like flavoured or scented condoms better." He picked blossoms from the air.
"Oh don't get playful Sheldon you know seashells from autumn leaves!"
"One's found in the ocean… and the only correlation drawn between the two is found in the- Oh wait! I've got it… just had it… OCEANE's head," he chuckled to himself.
"You're the only one who finds this funny," Oceane said and folded her arms and gripped her biceps.
"You're the only one who doesn't find this funny."
"Funny how that happens when there's only two of us in the room."
"Funny how we find it funny, and funnily enough no one's laughing."
"So you have a kid?" Oceane tried to get this man back on the mental train tracks of conversation.
"I thought we already established that. Look, I paid the convent enough not to speak of her… to raise her so I didn't have to. Do I have to pay you to?" Sands sighed wearily.
"Don't raise your blood temperature there cowboy." Oceane said. "Bastard…" the phrase found its way beneath her voice and an unforgiving shadow met her eye. How could a father be so heartless?
"Don't give me that look! Don't tell me you think I could have raised her… that I could be good for anything… anyone. Don't give me your goddamned pity now."
"This is not a pitied look!" Oceane hissed and chucked his letters all at once for his face and stormed out of the room.
"Misinterpretation… I plead guilty. Pray tell, what face was it?"
"Fuck off Sheldon!" she yelled from down the hall.