𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

TWENTY

Your eyes glance over the rows of clothing. You turn to Sasha and shake your head. "I don't like any of these. They look like something an elderly person trying to be young would wear."

She laughs and picks out a random dress from the clothing rack. "How about this?" She holds up a baby pink dress that goes down to your shin.

You eye the dress and look back up at her with your eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't even wear this." You turn the dress around and point to the quote on the back. "Hashtag slay? Sasha, if I had a little sister I wouldn't even let her wear this."

She pouts and put the dress back. "In my defense, I didn't even see that." You both continue walking and end up finding nothing.

"How about we get some lingerie?" She says poking your shoulder.

"I'm not getting laid Sasha." You warn. She stands in front of you to prevent you from waking.

"Right I forgot, you have Colt. Is he coming with us by the way?"

You shake your head. "He's working on getting a promotion at his job so he can't come."

"Awe that's a shame... But!" She puts her hands up with a grin on her face. "Who says you need lingerie to get laid? You could wear it so you could feel sexy! For yourself, of course."

You roll your eyes and sigh. "Ok sure. Let's go, but you're getting something too." You say walking past her. She does a little cheer and runs after you.

•••

After a couple of hours, both you and Sasha found some outfits to wear along with one or two sets of lingerie. Afterwards, you drove her back to her place. You started to drive to a location that was far from the city you were in. It was a place near the edge of the island at a restricted beach. Where trees act as a border.

Once you arrive you step out of the car and walk up to the small stray hut near the fishing deck. The place looks abandoned. The fishing deck is made out of woods that are worn down and filled with mold. The hut on the other hand, looks as if it would crumble down any minute now.

"Hello?" You speak out walking up to the open window of the hut. It has a few signs on the back wall, displaying prices for different fishing hooks and bait. It's dark even inside though the sun is out.

You begin to walk away from the small hut but suddenly hear something within the hut shake. Slowly, you turn around to face it again. You place your hand over your hip where you keep your knife inside a holster. You wrap your fingers around the handle and take cautious steps towards the hut.

The shelf on the wall rattles causing a jar on top of it to fall. "Ah modi.." A voice speaks from the hut. You freeze and pull your knife out and extend it forward. Waiting for someone to reveal their face. (Damnit)

Carefully, you walk closer to the hut. An old man with ashy dark skin appears. He rubs his eyes and squints as he looks at you. "Alo! Ou ta renmen pwason?" He says in a cheery tone, seeming overly excited to see you. (Hello! Would you like to fish?)

"You speak English? Uhh... angle?" You continue to keep your knife raised but he doesn't seem fazed. His content smile still displayed across his face. (English?)

You feel a bit ashamed at the fact that you haven't quite learned the language here yet. All the time you've spent tracking him down hasn't left you with much time to study it. Connie and Sasha usually translate for you anyway, so you never really had a difficult time communicating with others. They would always be with you to tell you what others where saying.

His mouth forms into a small 'o' shape. "Err.. y-you.." he pauses and disappears when he squats down to grab something. He reappears and holds up a small fish. "F-fish?" He smiles, rapidly nodding his head.