I do not own Pepe or Penelope

Here is a chapter to give some respect to the short Carrotblanca where Pepe and Penelope were seen together. Is it strange to think that Louis (Pepe's character) and Kitty (Penelope's) should have been together instead of Kitty with Bugs?! Ugh, my weird mind! Next chapter is very important; it's where it all happens!!

Chapter Two

One More Glance that leads to Romance

Pepe lay on his hotel bed and stared at the ceiling. That girl kept coming back to his head, yet he did not know why. She kept on coming back to his mind like an image from a surprise.

"I wonder eef I'll ever see her again?" he thought aloud.

He would.

It was that night at a café where Penelope was. Her suitor, George Cole, was there dominating over her.

"Do not order the fish here Miss Pussycat," he said. "You will have food poisoning. Order the salad."

Penelope nodded. Then she listened to his dull conversation of his family line from San Francisco and how he wanted Penelope to live there with him.

That's when Pepe came in. In a nice blue shirt and a navy blue coat which clashed a little with his black pants. He lazily leaned on the counter with a shot glass of cognac. Cognac was gross to him, but Pepe felt like having something different. Then he heard a yell among the softness of people talking and dishes clinging.

"Where is the good service?!!" yelled George. People stared at the brown cat in his ridiculous white suit with a lavender tie.

Pepe had to hide his laughter behind his sleeve from the sight of George's suit. Then he stopped laughing because she was there.

The cat with her luxurious black tail. She was wearing dainty silver flats with a light pink dress that stopped and flowed at her knees. She looked at the menu as George huffed off into the kitchen to yell at the waiters.

Pepe knew it was wrong to barge in on dates, but he couldn't help himself with wanting to meet the cat. He got from the bar, glass in hand and walked slowly to her table that was covered with a white tablecloth.

"Well, your date eez noisy," he said casually at her side. Penelope was startled by the voice.

"You?" she said in surprise and in fear. She saw the skunk with who was swishing the drink in the glass casually. She remembered him. Penelope's mind was frazzled from her near raping and thought that Pepe was part of it and would have gotten her sooner or later.

"What?" said Pepe simply.

"Will you just leave me please," said Penelope timidly. "I have had a bad day already."

"Cause of your date?" said Pepe with a smirk.

"No," said Penelope somewhat offended, but that was part of her bad day.

Pepe took the rose from the vase on her table and put it between his teeth.

"I guess your date eez not so romanteec yes?" he said and twirled the rose a little before taking from his teeth which Penelope noticed were perfectly straight and white compared to George's crooked smile that was tobacco stained.

"Really," she said almost begging. "Just please do not bother me with my date. I hate dating."

Pepe respectfully moved away from her, only to sit at a table that was next to her. He sat in the lone chair with his back facing her back. The chairs were so close he could feel her tail brush against his which was an accident, but he took it as a movie of being flirty.

Penelope turned around to see it he had left, but she only saw Pepe's face again. His arm leaning over the chair with his chin resting on it and a charming look greeted her eyes.

Penelope felt hot and turned her head away. She put her hands to her cheeks to cool them since her hands were cold. They were sitting under the air vent.

"You look pretty," said Pepe feeling that she didn't feel good. She didn't feel good and the compliment only scared her.

"Thank you, but I am not that pretty," she said.

Pepe felt sorry to hear her say that.

"I zhink you are," he said and turned around in his chair so that he sat on his knees.

Penelope faced him again. She looked at his eyes and felt a rush of fear and curiosity. Someone said she was pretty. That was some of a first.

She grew afraid again of what had almost happened that day and scooted her chair forward. Pepe scooted his chair closer with his foot against the floor. She did it again. He did it again. The screeching of the chairs was loud and the others eyed them madly. Penelope could feel his hot breath on her neck which made her cheeks feel hot again.

"Stop that please," she said.

"You know you like eet," said Pepe trying to cheer her up.

"Penelope," said George as he came out of the kitchen. Pepe faced forward at his small table.

"Come on let us go back to the hotel," said George.

"We did not even eat yet," said Penelope. "George I am hungry."

"Be quiet," said George who didn't really care for Penelope.

"George can we just have some biscuits?" said Penelope a pleading in her tone. People began to notice George's behavior.

"No!" he snapped. "Now come on!"

"Really George do not take this the wrong way but you are being silly."

"Silly?!" George threw his glass of water on her dress to shut her up. Penelope did not shut up even though people were looking at them yet again!

"I am sorry to say it that way."

"Just shut up!"

"Listen George I am hungry and I ask that you be patient with the service here-"

George suddenly reached out and slapped Penelope's bare arm which stunned her and made Pepe turn his head with his mouth wide open in horror. He had never seen a man treat a woman that way before in his whole lifetime. Penelope rubbed where she had been slapped and her lips began to quiver.

George grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her out of the café.

Pepe's eyes narrowed at George. If he had been that girl's date he would have been kinder to her. Then he smiled a little when he saw Penelope turn her head with an apologetic look on her face to the ones who witnessed the event.

"She eez pretty," said Pepe and rested his chin into his hands as he watched her fade away into the night. He still didn't even know her name.